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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?
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.
- Angelus (Ty King)
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