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emotions; the fuel of so much in this ethereal place


The song that brings the tear, the smell that gives you that special memory, the look that gives you chills and the feelings that bind you tight.
The fuel, the fuel of so much that reacts creates emulsifies, the mystery, the elixir the remedy the cure, Why are emotions still in the picture?? why do we deserve this mixed bag of tricks. We dont know what to do. Because of the emotional string pulling magic trickery. Damn the fuel that burns the hottest fire.

Food for thought
M

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