Passion: it lies in all of us, sleeping, bleeding. And though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. Passion is the source of our finest moments: the joy of love; the clarity of hatred; and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts, sometimes, more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace.
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