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What is the point without passion?

Days become restless, nights become endless.

What is the point without love?

The void grows, never was it protected.

What is the point without friendship?

Together alone, stuck in our jail cell.

What is the point without trust?

Suspicion weighing down like a barbell.

What is the point of giving up,

if you still have the passion?