Riddle Number 2

I am the beginning of all emotions

I am the keeper of lost devotions

I begin as a blank slate

Over time I can be filled with love or hate

I am more efficient then any engine

I am more precious then even jasmine

I am necessary for every human life

I am the cause of every human strife

I march to my own beats, beats, beats

I am one of nature's greatest feats, feats, feats

I am the keeper of every lie, tale or truth

I  know the difference far better then any sleuth

I can be purer then the whitest of snow

I can be darker then the blackest of night

This can be prevented if I am raised right

In time, my true colors will fully show

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