What was Inside?

What is in that dying soul,

That was left out in the cold?

In the counterpart of spring,

Oh, that awful, windy thing!

What is in that heart of mine,

 The one frozen over, for years at a time?

What feelings were trapped inside,

Inside that terrible heart of mine?

What was in that poison of yours,

The one that burned right to my core?

The one which no antidote will heal,

Left my wound to slowly congeal?

What was in the sadness so strong,

The one that made me doubt you were wrong?

The one that destroyed me, once and for all,

The reason why we all need to fall?

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