Please Tell me What you Guys Think of this in terms of Emotional Manipulation:
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Feel, feel the warmth, that slow warmth as it builds from the ends of your fingers until it rests in your chest. Feel. Feel the comfort when you lay on your bed, after an exhausting day, and you feel the softness of your mattress seductively feeling the curves of your body, when you smile for no apparent reason, because that sensation is just too pure for you too feel normally. Feel. Feel the red and orange, the golden whispering of a sunny day with a light breeze, when you walk and the scentless smell of air is sweet and sensual, so that when you breathe you deliberately take deep breathes, and you close your eyes, enjoying a calm ecstasy, a harmonizing of the being, so perfect that it takes over your sense of reality and fills your chests with a calm and rare bubbling, a stream gently pouring down the golden sands with life; a desire to laugh an orange golden boom, a jubilee of merriment. Feel. Feel the perfection of laughter, the lightening of your mood, the joy you feel, the speeding of time—the orange yellow red and golden, soft as autumn but warm as summer.
Feel, feel the dark and crippling night crawl before the suns slow death ripping the warmth with a dropped frigid breathlessness, a chocking struggling torturous tormenting timeless struggle to breathe—Feel the dark blue black purple blue black purple dark. Feel anger shoot up ripping control and wiring a tooth grinding spasm of writhing anguish, blue and black with scratches of silver deep and dragging, a vacuum with no end pit-less mouth-less tube constricting, blue black deep dark purple black and dirty deep and sudden. Feel the anger rises from your pit your innards and implodes on itself sending shards of shrapnel slashing through your making, crawling, creeping to your throat, screaming, your face twinges rigid stiff and cold, chilling, teasing taunting tempered timeless, enveloping your speech with a pungent raking and awe inspiring cold metallic blue and silver steel, tin and iron tapered faulty twisted tavern of tantalizing disgust. Feel. Feel as you move jagged, ragged abrupt and pulsing with venom vile and villainous, blood sight murderous black. Feel your eyes wide and hot blooded reeling with repulsion and propelled with pitiless hate. Feel the blue and black corrupted with a jab of silver metal cold and shinning void and frozen, deep, a void plain and dead in mourning drabs and rigid.