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9/12

What is this passion?
This feeling of loneliness and hurt,
So repetitive to a point where life seems dead,
Where right is alwayz wrong,
Where love is nothing less than a potential heartache,

People alwayz tell me that life goes on,
But why should it?
You lose your one true love,
And after time, you surrender your loss,
And hand your heart to someone you hardly know,
Just to get hurt once again.

People alwayz say that all goes well,
But does it really?
Perhaps all does go well,
But end eventually will come,
And there you are,
Hurt and Lonely,
Departure becomes your one desire.

Life comes to a point where there is no conceivable reason to stay,
Your empty world constantly crashing down,
Crashing down to an inevitable end.
-Gene