Emotions are pretty.
We are overwhelmed with the fact of loving someone and exaggerate the essence of life.

It’s too harsh to feel the longings of the belongings of others while it diminish as soon as you touch a true heart.

We want to live alone and have a dreadful walk along the strange paths denying the presence of the allies we look for at every dark turn as it hits as hard as life.
We cherish the innocent smile upon a child’s face and suspect the tears rolling down the face of a clown.
Emotions are messy.

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