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About Passion


I doubt myself to have been living with passion. I envy those living ardor. I envy those catching dreams.

But, is passion always come burning flame? Is passion always rush fulfilling reverie?

It feels empty inside, without passion. You feel not the compelling emotion, nor the strong ardor.

But, my heart is brim, my mind fervours.

After all, my passion is love.


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