Dead Passion
Romeo, Romeo where for art thou?
no where near to cheer your sweet sorrows dear Juliet.
Tears flow, voices rage, hearts shatter, promises fade.
True love dead as dust. No reason to whine no reason to fuss.
As lovers quarrel their voices grow cold, their true personalitys are yet to be unfold.
The heart slowly breaks as these words are said "I don't love you" True love is obviously dead.
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What a ******** n00b.
You suck.
Boo you whore.