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Deep within,
The corrupted soul,
Its  once pure heart,
Now hard and black as coal.
 

The cause of this,
Harsh abuse,
A worthless past,
For which there is no excuse.
 

The bitterness deep,
Choking dark,
Little light left,
Merely a spark.
 

Within this spark,
Is an empathic place,
A single thread of caring,
Offered to others as a brace.
 

So the truth remains,
Hope is not lost,
To heal the soul,
Love is the cost.