Emotions

This is how I feel

I feel

Nothing.

Sometimes

Everything.

Bottling

It

Up.

I

Feel

Nothing.

It is

As if

The

Cold,

Silence

D

  R

     O

        W

            N

                 S

Me.

I

Feel

Everything.

It is

As if

The

Silent

Breeze

B

   L

    O

      W

         I

            N

                 G

Right

Through

Me.

But

I'm

Still

Bottling

It up.

The End

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