Our Emotions Are In Our Veins


This red mass of nothing can show what a person is

feeling, or disguise how they think they feel. There’s a set

of rules on if someone is allowed to let

It flow out of us depending on what kind this

is. If it’s at an inconvenient time, we bet his

reality so that we can swap it out with an artificial mixture, which puts us more in debt

of reality. After this need is met,

our real emotions show, and gives our peers a quiz

on how we really feel. After this becomes known,

one can seek for a real life. Knowing who you are is not

a privilege. Like religion, it’s a way of life. It can be blown

out of the water by someone who gets confused by this a lot.

Through all this however, on the final day, your loved ones would’ve known

which kind of mixture you bought.

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