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most days, yet some more than others, i feel the pangs of life.
Every emotion one can possibly feel, and even those yet unknown i have felt so far in my life
and i have the unnerving feeling
that I'm not about to be done experiencing them.
How do i begin to define them?
Names?
Its not as simple as happy or sad or angry. No. its far more complicated.
But on some of those days,
its the pain of these emotions that give me the most pleasure,
and how they tease my brian; trying to figure out just
what exactly they are
Copyright © Rachel Temkin | Year Posted 2010
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