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It almost seems magical How easily someone can fall in love with a hobby or a person And make that the one thing that gets their life seemingly easier The thing that drives their life; the reason someone wakes up in the morning What makes them smile before they go to rest their head in the moonlight And I watched you fall in love with your passion I watched it not only fill your eyes but your hope and imagination I watched it fill you up You drank it in Until the day it became distructive You let it consume every part of you; your weekends, your house, your family You let it sep into places where passion should be replaced with pure love and joy You let it tear you apart and seperate you from 16 years of a person You let it build a home and you let it fester You took a shack and built a mansion Your mansion became exclusive and you let nothing but your passion inside You left me out in the cold while your passion kept you warm And your passion became deadly to the rest of us It was dangerous, don't you see?
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
Sometimes Passions are Dangerous
It almost seems magical How easily someone can fall in love with a hobby or a person And make that the one thing that gets their life seemingly easier The thing that drives their life; the reason someone wakes up in the morning What makes them smile before they go to rest their head in the moonlight And I watched you fall in love with your passion I watched it not only fill your eyes but your hope and imagination I watched it fill you up You drank it in Until the day it became distructive You let it consume every part of you; your weekends, your house, your family You let it sep into places where passion should be replaced with pure love and joy You let it tear you apart and seperate you from 16 years of a person You let it build a home and you let it fester You took a shack and built a mansion Your mansion became exclusive and you let nothing but your passion inside You left me out in the cold while your passion kept you warm And your passion became deadly to the rest of us It was dangerous, don't you see?
krista-k
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
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