My blood pounds with a fiery passion for love, hate, desire. I can feel my heart pump for the satisfaction of letting go. Yes! There it is; an ocean of physical, mental, emotional, and psychological explosion, leaving my overheated and overworked body. It went from icy hot to scalding cold, leaving me numb. So very, very numb. Now my blood pounds with nothing. All emotion, all thought is gone. It’s floated away like a crow in the dark cold streets of London. Now I am that dark cold street. Hiding secrets, fear, and doubt. Horrors, blasphemy, hate, love, and passion. Yet I feel none of this. It is locked away deep inside the inner depths of my soul.
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