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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.

This poem is about: 
Me

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