are we so fickle, that we even forget who we are? could it be that bad? i know everyone changes. some constantly and some periodically. although we do adhere to the changes, we have to remain consistent. we are given free will. but we take that, and obliterate the very meaning. i am definitely not one to talk. i am filth...i am the definition of sin...i think shitty thoughts...i do shitty things. love is not expected. but everyone expects to be loved. i want to love more. and not some bullshit excuse to gain anything. there is absolutely nothing i want.....songs are sung about it. books are written about. art is created out of it.
there is no passion without first being able to love. and passion is what gives us a desire and a longing to experience and create.
why wouldn't anyone want to be a small part in this?
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