::Flasks::
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Crescent shaped lucent flasks full of love and happiness;
I fabricate in a deep corner of my soul
Flask after flask after flask after flask after flask full of goodness,
Stored for my friends who feel empty and to make them once again feel whole.

To keep the flasks retain the state of love and happiness;
They must continuously be kept sweet, pure and warm,
So whenever my friends shall come to feel sadness-
Down will come a flask to save the day!

Night after night after night after night after night after night,
The number of flask they require increase,
I scrape and scrape, digging deeper and deeper until my soul loses its light;
So that the bliss from their eyes don't decrease.

The morning arrives and so do my friends in rush,
Emptying every last shelf of my flasks,
Out they go back in the same rush-
Without moving an inch of their gaze towards me.

Day after day after day after day after day after day after day-
Of shattering my soul to keep them safe and loved,
All I got in return is this complete state of disarray,
And an overwhelming feeling of feeling unloved.

Crescent shaped lucent flasks full of love and happiness;
That were once fabricated in a deep corner of my soul,
They are now tainted by sorrow, agony and sadness
But soon they will once again become like how they were before,
For I cannot handle the sight of my friends being in distress.
𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

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