Although my soul has been beaten in the raging tempests of passionate defeats, my heart defiantly beats on. I Wish I could just walk away from the whole thing in one clean break, but my heart will not permit me to do so. And now my skin is caressed by the thin veil that separates heaven and hell. My longing for love leads me towards lunacy, and yet, my soul remains unsatiated by the very insanity that drives me. Everything points me away from your arms, and yet I find myself in them time and time again. In the other room there is banquate in my honor, and yet I scavage around your table for the falling fruits of passion that are mercifully discarded in my favor.
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