My fairy left,

Opening our jar of hearts.

Which was sealed by us,

Both hearts were attached,

Were stitched with a steel thread.

She pulled out her one,

Left me alone there,

And gave scars to me.

It was bleeding,

The jar was getting filled,

With liquid deep red,

Some sour tears were also mixed,

And the jar started getting overfilled.

In a free and broad road,

I stumbled,

Losing the way,

Where am I supposed to walk?


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