no passion
a collision, a crash-in
feeling's out of fashion.
Only breath is left
but the chest will never heave
only fear is left
and these duties never leave.
But failure's not an option
take caution
the static's erratic,
the automatic, tragic.
Reason is the season.
Is there time for feelings?
Passionate by accident.
Don't forget to grieve.
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