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I have all these unused archetypal feelings, sitting useless and unused in that state.

In fact I’m not quite sure what to do with them, without having a legitimate application to exploit.

I look at them and think, “yes, I know when they were once used,” and then an answer to the call responds, “they may be used again sometime soon.”

And sometimes I experience them, a form of simulacra of emotion.

I yearn for a lover I do not know. I cry from a loneliness that is not mine. I am overwhelmed with sadness that I did not cultivate.

These emotions are the remnants, the broken shards of glass on the floor, of days gone by.

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