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She's not steel.
You cannot trust she'll stay together.
He's not seel,
Sometimes he sheds tears.
But what truly are emotions?
Sometimes they're the pinnacle of your day,
But suddenly, sometimes, they're not.
Flexibility is the human's gift,
It is there solely to uplift.
Some, though, hate this motif,
In the end, it is their shift.
But what truly are emotions?
Sometimes they're the pinnacle of your day,
But suddenly, sometimes, they're not.
Flesh is what holds us together,
Harmony intertwined just like a feather.
Delicate and dainty bits like leather,
Work together to make us all better.
But what truly are emotions?
Sometimes they're the pinnacle of your day,
But suddenly, sometimes, they're not.
So, then, what is coldness?
This is not a gift.
No, this is a punishment.
So?
Own it.
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