The Flow of Emotions

June 27, 2012
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My voice is tinged with frozen hatred, forged in the depths of my heart. Red sand is swirling around my heart, not sure of where to land. Red rose petals fall from the core of despair as hatred dwindles down and turns into sadness. Empty jars of happiness and joy are broken with a metal fist of denial. Small flecks of warmth surround my heart, only to be frozen by the walls of ice. Solar flares crack the walls, and warm my heart up as it once was. Jars are refilled with happy memories, and the cold factory has melted.

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