Now the storms of emotions have passed by
leaving in their absence a sense of foreboding...
which again turns into sadness which metamorphosis
into anger and courses through your vanes like poison....
It cycles through again and again but nobody tries to stem it…
They let it go on like a contagious disease, it flies-
it grabs hold and holds tight, never can you rid of them again.
Some are born with them others develop them but all the same ones
Some believe you can block them out others that you cannot.
Whatever you choose to believe. Believe it at your own risk.
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