

FeelingsThen:Feelings
Thoughts, emotions. Its as if I can touch them with a single touch of my hand. Love. Its so soft. Like a furry animal, a cat or a dog. Hatred. Its sharp. As if nails are being driven into my flesh by the hammer of hell. Why am I not able to push these feelings out, out of my head, off of my skin? Right when they are about to lead me to insanity, they flutter away like birds. I swear they have a mind of their own, knowing just when to strike. Oh well, I must either learn to live with them, or learn to push them away. I think I'll live with them.
Now:
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When my
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