I wanted to write an emotion-binding poem or essay but I could not. It occured to me that my thoughts just does not seem to be in order. Come to think of it, I have been for always warned that I follow my emotions too much.
I really wish I could write an essay that will be copied by a lot of people and send it to their loved ones. I really wish that I could write a poem that would be the cause of an interminable chain message. But, alas, I am a political science student who knows how to report, make rhetorics, and such but not honed to write a tearjerker.
No wonder why my emotions find no outlet. I could not write and let these emotions flow. It would be easy to say that when you write, passions flow from your heart to the hands. I can imagine that. But have it done? Let's talk about population control.
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