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It's under your skin, crawling like fire that you can't quite put out,
knowing it will take over.
Hiding from the fear but scared of the loss.
It eats at you like fingernails on a chalkboard,
screeching in your head.
It repeats, and it repeats,
and you feel your heart bleeding out for yourself
because it's too much.
But you know it's real.
You're hiding from it so it doesn't hurt so bad,
because it's too much—
got to start over, but you'd die for it if you could,
if it was easy,
because it'd be worth it.
This one time, it'd be worth it,
because someone saw the fire of you,
saw the weakness, saw the scars,
and didn't run.
Even in the face of pain,
they loved, and didn't stop.
Passion doesn't always mean stable,
love doesn't always mean safe,
but in the end,
it's more than anyone ever gets in a lifetime.
Something that is real.