Like goods at the market,
my emotions are for barter.
Seeking an escape,
Anything to avoid future grief.
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Athiests turned to prayer,
Extraverts seeking society.
Personalities and beliefs,
traded for emotional sanctuary.
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This is the cost of grief,
an overwhelming emotional toll.
That is better switched off at the source,
then dealt with in the morrow.
The Red mist takes control,
Brow furrowed, Veins popping, Cascading Sweat.
A man completely fouled by emotion,
Seeking anyone to blame.
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This isn’t fair,
The mask worn,
Once denial was torn.
Limitless resentment.
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Linger in the darkness,
Fuelled by your hatred.
Ignore rational thought,
And give in to your blame.
Absent minded I watch,
numbed to any sound.
Keeping emotions locked awar,
fearful for their looming escape.
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This was not my destiny,
A life meant for purpose and discovery,
Now lost and empty.
A shell now forgotten.
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Denying is my choice,
A human instinct to protect.
Time heals all,
only if you let it in.
The StoryTeller 