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__________________ Passion...it is born...and though uninvited, unwelcome, unwwanted...like a cancer, it takes root. It festers. It bleeds. It scabs...Only to rupture and bleed anew. It grows...it thrives...until it consumes. It lives...and so it must die....in time. |
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__________________ So what, I'm still a rock star...I've got my rock moves and I don't need you....and guess what, I'm having more fun now that we're done!!!!! |
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