Passion
It isn't about the result
Or be it the outcome
But what you make out
If nothing goes wrong
But you have the poor glee
Saying sorts craze; your tongue
While you don't cherish yourself
Others are out in jealous
But choose to mock and laugh
You let them paint you scum
By giving up to agree
To such mixtures you surpass
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