Jar

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I told you my dreams,
would you collect them like stars,
watching them flicker softly
like fireflies trapped in jars?

If I told you my fears,
would you keep them safe somewhere,
heavy with all the tears
I have carried through the years?

If I told you my secrets,
Would you keep them hidden?
stored inside fragile jars,
Of what is forbidden.

And if I showed you
what truly lives beneath my skin,
would you still hold it gently?

Or would fear take control,
making you lock every broken piece of me
inside another jar,
filled with all the things
I spent years trying to contain in the dark?

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