Emotions
Emotions.
You can't define,
Or control them.
Yet you tend to think you own them.
They pull at your heart strings.
They tickle you pink.
They make your blood boil.
They make you want to shrink.
So next time you try to control them.
Maybe take a step back,
And think.
~ Reba Miller~
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