Passion.
It lies in all of us. Sleeping. Waiting. Though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir. Open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us. Guides us. Passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have?
It hurts sometimes more than we can bare. If we could live without passion, maybe we could know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow...empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we would be truly dead.
*I can stop the pain if I will it all away* |
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