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Restrained from lingering, from hoping, from dreaming, from wishing until our minds begin to halt at a dead end. The feeling that grasps our mentality and steers us in various, baffling directions, but at the same time, makes us yearn for it, long for it, need it. It lures us in and leaves us cold. It carries us with warmth and forces us to dissipate with merely anything left behind. It can be unveiled in times of need, of desperation. It can hinder our nightmares, and captivate the dreams. It reached the culmination, the apex of our emotions, but never dove deep enough to get the trough of our worst.
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