Melancholy, whether or not it be mental or physical, the fact that such imbroglio has occured proves certainty.
"I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them." ~Oscar Wilde
The fact that emotions has brought such immense context, prognostication upon all of perpetuity. To overcome emotions is to extinguish the filter, to master your emotions is to be proficient regarding the certainty, have defamatory dissension be your headstart, have it be illustrated in ways unimaginable, have such portray the fact that one could overcome the predicament, whether it be platitudinous or rather rebarbative. Granted, all prevarications has depicted, that mastery of emotions can be acquired as it prevails certainty, have zealous stance, have you hail the possibility, the fact that no matter how recalcitrant a circumstance may be, it is plausible, feasible, to be accomplished. To overcome distress is to overcome the fact that emotions can dissemble us, it may deceive us, circumvent us, but it most certainly does not, alternate us. To defeat the never ending ribbon of emotion is to overcome itself, have it be the power of its own, interpret emotions in exquisite ways, have it be risible, have it befuddle itself, have the despair, have the grief, have the sorrow, have the pride, have the remorse, all be-ridden, by one mere act hence conquering it, having it be delineated into utter oblivion, obliterated into infernal aversion, let it perish from all the existing universe, hence have the crude filter dissipate into infinitude, to the fallacy of ever equivocation.
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Thesis- Histrionic
General FictionHas the world dissembled us? Segregated us from all of perpetuity? Such a nefarious yet tenacious world, not quite astounding isn't it? Have it be isolate us from certainty. Lets embark onto the intrasigent of the world, have it be endemic or fulsom...
