Turmoil Of Emotions

Love to hate. Joy becomes sadness. Fullfillment of life to the coldness of death. Is all of this really necessary? Welcome to the world of emotions. No escape, no detour, no end. Traveling as vultures, who wait for death. From the opening of birth till the blackness of death. Is this a gift? Like a rolercoaster of life, there are the high, thrilling hills, yet...the deep, deep ride down awaits. Don't cry, it'll get better... damn, this is life at the top... Will it? Is it?

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