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Passion is like a coal.
Touch it and you will hurt.
Hold it and you will be burned.
Everything within reason will tell you to let go,
but it hurts less to hold.
Beauty resonates deep within the glowing essence.
It harbors love, and harbors hate.
This is passion, this is pain, this is happiness.
Passage I wrote on the bus while thinking about my future. Not quite the final product, but you get the point.
My life is an unfinished artwork
It needs a retouch on how it should be.
Sometimes what i badly need is a fresh start...
You can explain without explaining
You can illustrate without illustrating.

Can you love without loving?
*You left without leaving.
The blank paper in Philosophy. The difficulty in reflecting.

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