this is my heart

husk

castiel: how do you feel?
sam: i think—
castiel: feel.
sam: i don't know.
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and it hit me then.
the dots connected
and the pieces fell into place.

that is why my poetry
has become so awful.

i have stopped feeling.
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Having great passion and enthusiasm for one's loves in life is good, but watch out! Passion can burn you up and consume you, leaving nothing but a charred husk of your former self.