a jar
this is a special jar
not the kind to be filled with food, spices, drinks or sparkles
its a jar that many of you all have used before
all emotional wrecks all tears
forced to pour all these dark emotions into that jar
stuck on that shelf in that deep corner with no light
i apologize if this has offend you all in any way
i have thousands of jars also filled until the jars broke
each getting worse
wanting to have a say but shot down as quick as it came in your head
letting it drag you down
nothing much left to express or talk about
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