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Emotionless feelings.

A bottom-less bottle,
An endless exposition
What I once felt,
My emotions revealed.

How is it that so many,
Have loved so much,
That so many have lost,
And yet smiled,
for what they loved.

I cannot tell you,
what love is,
As such a great feeling,
comes merely in pairs.

You cannot feel love,
In independence,
You cannot feel love,
All on your own.

In the eyes of others,
You are emotionless,
Without anyone else,
Life is dry,
Life is dead.

Acknowledge your fears,
But fight them,
Hide your emotions,
But show them.

I have come to realize,
My words will not
Move your heart,
Or set your feelings,

However, I hope,
You come to realize,
That getting hurt,
is more than just pain.

The world was born,
in black and white.
But today
It's in the midst of gray.

You stand in the horizon,
Without evil, or good,

You fear flying,
Because you might fall,

You fear loving,
Because you might loose it all,

You fear living,
Because you might say goodbye,

I ask you,
Not to fear it all.

Spread your wings,
And be willing to fall,

Open your heart,
And your eyes will follow,

There's a whole world out there,
Waiting for love,

There's a whole world out there,
Waiting for you.

Let fear be an obstacle,
Which you will overcome.

Let fear be diminute,
And it will soon be gone.

That's all.


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