i could keep writing forever
that's what feelings do to us
don't they
that's what we make of feelings
don't we
we have never been able to quite make peace with feelings; how we feel, what we feel, why we feel
overwhelmed in happiness and in sorrow
so much so that we pen it all; every bit of it, every last of it
in the hope that we might finally seek respite from the seething gravity of the scalding truth
and yet here we are, humbled in words
that's what feelings do to us
don't they
that's what we make of feelings
don't we
we have never been able to quite make peace with feelings; how we feel, what we feel, why we feel
overwhelmed in happiness and in sorrow
so much so that we pen it all; every bit of it, every last of it
in the hope that we might finally seek respite from the seething gravity of the scalding truth
and yet here we are, humbled in words
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