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Let It All Fall down

Let It All Fall down

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Romance
This anger is slowly building; It's about to boil over the top, A flood of emotion, Like a volcano you cannot stop. This white hot rage, That's far too hot to touch, Will burn you up, If you give them too much. This anger will consume you; It will burn deep down in your heart; You'll lose all perspective, And sensibility will be torn apart. But you must control it, Before this anger controls you; Anger is like hate, There is so much damage it can do. Roxanne Washington would know this emotion better than anyone. It slowly consumes her little by little everyday. Living a life full of anger and hatred isn't healthy. She needs someone to show her the way, to keep her anger at bay, to be her wall that protects her from harm, someone who would catch her when if she falls, a person who wouldn't leave her behind just because it seems futile, she needs Jonathan...
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Love. Love was a lot like going to war. One never returns the same. She had to resist the urge to give a bitter laugh. A more poetic woman could have made that sounded far better than it was. But could she have understood it to the degree Einar Atal herself did? No, the Warrior doubted that. She could still remember it. The love. The way it had inspired her to feats that made her now groan with a certain shame. It had driven her mad. The insatiable desire - the need for another person, something Einar fancied herself having forgot years and years ago. Oh, but her love had been beautiful. Not a soul alive could have argued against that fact, nor would one have survived even the insinuation. The voice, she could hear it like the faintest echo- if she tried...Only if she just... Tried.

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