Emotions, flow from my heart threw my veins like blood except it's more thick... Pulsating through my mind day in day out like a never ending tick tock of a clock that rings in your ear. To many it can be draining but to me it's like a drug, an addiction, euphoric even!
To even muster the fact that emotions over power, or over whelm others is quite funny to me, as it's the opposite effect for me. I embrace my emotions whether good or bad and am not afraid of them as I've gathered they are apart of me why work against them as emotions are ultimately me.
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