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Once upon a pure, warm, and open soul
Full of love and kindness in a world so cold
It was rough and brutal in its zone
Still, the soul tried to be a shelter to those sad and alone

Each act of trust was rewarded with brutal betrayals
Still, it didn't stop it from being kind or loyal
Even when its love, kind acts were received with hatred and rejection
A mystery it was to put out good deeds and be evils predilection

For it was trained to sacrifice and put others first
But others often broke the pitcher after satisfying their thirst
It realised they care not that you care until you cared for self
As people care about others who care about themselves

This led to many puzzling questions
During the time of deep introspection
Disheartened, the soul withdraws to its shell
Grieved at being punished for taking its lessons well

"I don't care" the soul now almost always screams
A reaction they judge as extreme
The soul will no longer be a fool
Or be used as an amusing tool

The soul just wants to find a balance
Hence the glaring acts of nonchalance
But they never stop yelling"the soul that sinneth shall dye"
Even though countless times they made the soul cry.......