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Feel the burn of unadulterated emotion. Hindering on the brink of sanity. Fleeing to the depths of humorus rage. A life worth noting is forsaken for a love worth everything. To be bought with the bills of happiness and sold with the change of loss. No more are their feelings of hatred. Only the fright of a caring companion. Seeing our fate in the color of her eyes brings me to the point of disaster. Suicide is not far away. Lurking beyond her sensuous moves and her voluptuous fears, I know that she is at one with her mistaken ways and her lost identity. Drunkenness is the only escape from the grip of my depression. Relieving me of the pains of my past and the trials of my future.