I am a broker of emotional commodities. Pleasure, joy, grief, pain.
I power the engine of your smiles, tears and dreams.
I contain finite supply of fuel, one day I shall cease to exist.
When that day comes, so shall you.
You are simply a passenger, having no control upon what is going on around, below and above you. If you attempt to take control, and alter what is set in stone, repercussions will be swift and hard.
I have a crystal clear view through the window into your soul.
I can open you up like a flimsy tin can, and empty out the soup of your thoughts into the world, leaving you with nothing, an empty shell.
Before you consider me an enemy, remember this
I am your Guardian Angel, and I shall bring you no harm.
However, I am not your saviour.
You are.
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"I can open you up like a flimsy tin can, and empty out the soup of your thoughts into the world, leaving you with nothing, an empty shell." I love it!
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