Its Passion
Life has a passion,
Finishing your destiny.
Extending with no limits,
But pushes with hard falls.
Ending up with fearful scars,
Just trying to heal.
Stretching,
To keep you locked.
Breaking bones,
Is just another test.
Death,
Keeps us close together.
We may never know,
Why it feels.
Life,
its only passion,
to please us.
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