Jenna (ladymiriamele) wrote in excuse_me___,

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Passion is the flower she no longer has pinned over her heart. It's bloom had wilted and died, so she merely tossed it into the pile of lost emotions without a thought.

Passion is the essence of weakness. It's a whisper in the darkness that quivers, so overcome with feeling. It's the shiver that traces down one's back in the moment of desire.

She's better without it. Passion is a blockade that keeps one from running free. It is a fool's tool.

Indifferently, she stepped upon her dead passion and watched the petals turn to dust under her foot.

Why try to overcome passion when it will only overcome you?

Apathy is the dark flower she now flaunts upon her breast.
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