Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping,waiteing,and though unwanted,unbiden,it will stir. Open its jaws and howels. It hurts sometimes more than we can bare. If we could live withought passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace, but we would be hollow. Empty rooms and shuttered hearts. Without passion, we'd be truly dead. I wasn't ready, but now I think I am. I can't hold onto the past any longer.
Reason for writing:
Just some thoughts
Birth sign: Taurus
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