Our emotions aren’t like toys Which anyone could play with Too valuable and vital They mold our life But are our lives that easy to mold? Do we have the power of control? How is it that we are as moldable as clay? Just trying to live and survive each day What is the perfect sculpture any way? Who isn’t affected by toyed emotions? Who is strong as stone And can resist such pain?Birth sign: Virgo
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