We’ve all committed evil deeds
And longed to tell someone, something
In effort to reduce the weight.
In doing so it seems our souls
Flake off and cling to those
Persons, objects of affection.
Thus pains and hope live on
Inside a heart or surface
Of a prized possession
That will not break
Or age with time but
Rather stay a constant.
For emotions always
Leave their mark and
Seldom are undone.
And so it is, in real-life fairy tale
We’ve made a horcrux
Of our self.
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