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Passion February 11, 2011

Posted by bulldog222 in Poetry.
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Passion, the deepest and most extraordinary feeling everyone has but rather not use, Passion, the source of everything you hold dear and exalted every ounce of energy you have into. No boundaries can contain the fierce flames that battles it’s way to the surface. Indentity isn’t only skin deep . It’s everything about you and how you choose to live your life. Identity…Searching but never found…found but lost again, we tend to ask others and seek their definition of who we are, what are our mistakes, and will we win. Respect, no one gives it, it’s never used, forgotten, lost, mislead and mis-used. Deep down you feel alone, no steady place to call your own. Isolation, rejection, you began to cry, the life you chose was one big lie. Comfort, peace, a friend at your side, He works in plain sight but never hides. Love…it has no limits, I’m loved, I’m blessed, I’m in a group above the rest. We were given a manual to be read first..it’s the Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth.

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