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Tempted

There is a very fine line between passion and addiction. It could be anything. A drink, a habit, an unhealthy food, A person. Its good to be passionate, but certainly bad to be addicted. But it is very difficult to resist that feeling. The feeling of merging your entire soul into that one and only one thing. Few times you even think that what's wrong to be an addict. After all its your life. You got to make that call. But you are bit scared to fall for it. So eventually you get out of that situation. After a very long fight with yourself.



One fine morning, that passion of yours knocks the door again. Is it just the passion or is it the addiction? You are confused. It knows that you are not that strong. Just one push and you are back to square one. So what are you going to do? Should you check your strength again? Or just block it right away? Or you Really want to be an addict?

Its always hard to fight with yourself. You don't know if you are going to win or lose. One way or other, the feeling remains intact. Its known as the Temptation.
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