So angry that you can't feel anything
So in love that you feel everything.
Loving when you don't want to.
Hating because you need to.
Existing when you cannot be.
Living because this is what you are.
Those days when you're numb watching the world speed by.
Those moments that breathe life into you but end too soon.
Forgetting to dream places you in a prison of memory.
But dreaming with out memory of who you are is just as dangerous.
Some say hell is enduring repeated peril.
Hell is being in love alone.
Passion ignited is the definition of life itself.
Passion lost is the definition of torment.
We need and we need life to live love and heal.
But in the end, we need.
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