Feelings… They are pestilential. Once you
are submitted to their mortal effect, you are doomed. Nothing can take you out of
their embrace – you get addicted to it. The more you get of them, the painful
your extinction gets and the weaker your will resembles. But they won’t get
away! They will remain to torture you, will pierce into your innocent soul and
will destroy the faith you might have sheltered to ever be free again. You
might cry or laugh in order to escape, but they are always there to get you the
moment you feel weaker - the moment you are all alone.
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