I found the one for me.
Or so I thought.
I found the devil.
Found it in him.
Found it in the one who said he'd be there for me.
For now my vision of love is nothing but psychosis.
I can forgive, but I will never forget.
These eternal scars will never fade.
For sometimes it's the things we love the most,
that destroy us.
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