To love something that doesn’t love back
To hug something that can never bite back
It’s without rhyme and reason that we make these decisons
A choice in love is a blessing
To choose wrong is still helping
The blind to see
That the devils true objective
Is to mask glee
Be defined by the loss
Wallow in hollow
Feelings that bring your demise
Shame that harrows the brightest minds.
LEFTOUTSIDE 
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