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This Burning,                       This Passion,                                              This Fire,                  This Pressure in my chest. It Builds               and Towers until this odd and almost                                                                             Unwelcome feeling presents itself. I want to take it out, Hold it in front of Me,       That glowing orb. I want to analyze it.                                 Peer inside. Witness what it beholds. Yet this is not a physical witness Anyone can Attest too. Nothing that can be held.                Except me.                                  It is Me.                                                 That is You. Waiting to burst forth and be                                                 Freed. Maybe that is why you can already feel it Me                                                                        l                                                                     t                                                           gni                                                     Away, The Burning Pressure,               Receding. That undefined ache of your Soul.                Finding Breath Do not hide it in. Mix of Excitement                        And Fear As you grow to let it                                              Shine. You will Feel Better,                                  Empowered.                     Confident and                                                Fine. Take that Glowing Orb.                                        Allow it to            Light Others, As you know you should,                                            Have.                                             Will                                             Can                                              Do.                                            In small.              Growing ways. Planted the Subtle Seed,                                   waiting to receive                                      Nourishment. Being alone                    Surmounts this feeling Becomes Encompassing.             No Escape,                                All Fear. Not knowing where it's coming from                                             Or why it brings me Tears. Do not like being stuck,                                  Feeling Stuck Here. It is always possible to Remove Yourself In Fact,              Several different ways. Constantly remind self that                                               Presence is Desired. Have trouble feeling Welcome                                      Hate Hiding in the Corner Finding comfort in it's                                       Cold,                                                 Tired Embrace. Longing to Step Free.                            Climbing the Confidence Ladder                             Through the Maze of Hate,                             Around the Thrashing Waters of                                              Deceit. Quietly,               Heart Screaming, Some will fall away.                                  Evidence of False Need                                                      False Friend                                   Be wary of turning into Foe. Scared to Lose, Fear Gaining,                              Not Living. July 29, 2013 Edited August 3, 2013
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
The Burning Passion
This Burning,                       This Passion,                                              This Fire,                  This Pressure in my chest. It Builds               and Towers until this odd and almost                                                                             Unwelcome feeling presents itself. I want to take it out, Hold it in front of Me,       That glowing orb. I want to analyze it.                                 Peer inside. Witness what it beholds. Yet this is not a physical witness Anyone can Attest too. Nothing that can be held.                Except me.                                  It is Me.                                                 That is You. Waiting to burst forth and be                                                 Freed. Maybe that is why you can already feel it Me                                                                        l                                                                     t                                                           gni                                                     Away, The Burning Pressure,               Receding. That undefined ache of your Soul.                Finding Breath Do not hide it in. Mix of Excitement                        And Fear As you grow to let it                                              Shine. You will Feel Better,                                  Empowered.                     Confident and                                                Fine. Take that Glowing Orb.                                        Allow it to            Light Others, As you know you should,                                            Have.                                             Will                                             Can                                              Do.                                            In small.              Growing ways. Planted the Subtle Seed,                                   waiting to receive                                      Nourishment. Being alone                    Surmounts this feeling Becomes Encompassing.             No Escape,                                All Fear. Not knowing where it's coming from                                             Or why it brings me Tears. Do not like being stuck,                                  Feeling Stuck Here. It is always possible to Remove Yourself In Fact,              Several different ways. Constantly remind self that                                               Presence is Desired. Have trouble feeling Welcome                                      Hate Hiding in the Corner Finding comfort in it's                                       Cold,                                                 Tired Embrace. Longing to Step Free.                            Climbing the Confidence Ladder                             Through the Maze of Hate,                             Around the Thrashing Waters of                                              Deceit. Quietly,               Heart Screaming, Some will fall away.                                  Evidence of False Need                                                      False Friend                                   Be wary of turning into Foe. Scared to Lose, Fear Gaining,                              Not Living. July 29, 2013 Edited August 3, 2013
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
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