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aBoUt Me

"Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and 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? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead."

9 Months Later...

Being honest w/ myself and having tried my best to move on, I will admit I still think about her quite often.  It isn't like I haven't gone out and tried to move on, but haven't been able to shake it off completely... even after coming to grips that what is done is done and will never be again.

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