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Light in the beautiful jar,

I had preserved for so long,

I had in my arms the leafs evergreen

and wrapped around my body,

a blossomy sheet.

I had waited eyes closed,

with my back on the window of the night

I knew I had the universe,

sun, moon, stars inside.

Something changed, not with age,

but I have scars on my face,

Clenching the window side,

at the mystical night now I stare.

The beauty has blessed my eyes,

but inside i lie bare.

Lifeless,

hurtful, I am not vacant,

Lost,

scared, I am just not there.