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Inchoate feelings, what are they? It could be greed, it could be hate It grows so slowly, protected, Like a dragon protecting it’s hoard All things have a root, a home, They all begin somewhere, Where they all thrive and expand What are these emotions? What are these feelings nurtured with? Is it dwelling? Stubborn clingingness? Does the dragon grow that way? These inchoate feelings, emotions alike, How do they heal? Do you let go? Let the balloon pop, drain the pool, Tell me, how do you cope? Do you hold it in? Let it out? The inchoate emotions aren’t something that should grow.
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Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
Inchoate Feelings
Inchoate feelings, what are they? It could be greed, it could be hate It grows so slowly, protected, Like a dragon protecting it’s hoard All things have a root, a home, They all begin somewhere, Where they all thrive and expand What are these emotions? What are these feelings nurtured with? Is it dwelling? Stubborn clingingness? Does the dragon grow that way? These inchoate feelings, emotions alike, How do they heal? Do you let go? Let the balloon pop, drain the pool, Tell me, how do you cope? Do you hold it in? Let it out? The inchoate emotions aren’t something that should grow.
Inchoate: just begun and not yet completed or fully developed.
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Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
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