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Flow. 
It's  funny. 
The way pent up emotions can lead to partial sobriety. 
It's funny. 
The walls. 
They were built strong. 
They are ready to come down but you keep adding more cement. 
Fatigue. 
Though strength isn't failing, strength is getting tired. 
Emotions are confused. 
Emotions are tired.
Under control but just tired. 
Tired of hiding.
Tired of being told to take a break. 
They don't get it. 
Emotions were not made with a power button. 
There is no on and off button, mute, pause or replay. 
They just fucking happen.
Whether you fucking like it or not. 
Flow. 
When the emotional conundrum formed by unsupported actions cuts deep. 
When you keep coming back with the nerve to belittle the emotional conundrum. 
Yes, they matter. 
They matter to me, and if you're willing to belittle them, what would you do to me?



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