Passion is a dangerous thing. My theme for the year (or longer) seems to be fire. Fire and burning and passion and rebirth. All of which are intertwined in some way. Fire consumes, which is what I want to do. I want to consume you. I want your love, and yours, and yours too.
Fire burns, which is what my heart does when I rage. My eyes burn when I rage. My body burns when I rage, and when I consume.
Passion is a fire that ignites quickly and spreads through out your veins, corrupting ever last corner of your mind till it's the only thing you can think about.
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