Jars

At the end of every year when her friends are out looking for new resolutions, she locks herself at home and empties out her heart. She pours her emotions into little jars. There’s one for love; one for pain; one for confusion; there’s even one labelled miscellaneous. She begins each year with an empty heart, waiting to be filled. She begins each year with one tiny hope – that at the end there will be more joy than pain.

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