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the sirens go off, the lights are flashing, the hearts pulses big bad beats. i'm running and screaming and running and screaming. but i can't get away from you. i just can't. i shouldn't want you. and you're standing there not knowing how much i need to know you.
the basis of artistry of any kind is passion. without passion paper is just compressed wood, music is just noise, laughter is just vibrations, and love is nothing but a gut wrenching, heart palpitating mess.