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unusedEmotion

Published: Dec 16, 2012

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_{I was an unused emotion

A little while ago

It was a bit lonely

All the other emotions

Becoming friends

As they were used more

And more

Often

But now I can see

That they must

Have had some sort of

Pain

Because

I became a used emotion

And now

And now

Now I am a

Now I am a

A

Broken emotion}

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