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Jul 2015
If love is blind and knows not whom which it strikes, then why must man, being apt enough to choose who he loves for himself, have to deal with the events that follow? May it be turmoil, heartache, or treacherous endeavors, winning the heart of the one which he endears, even against all odds, is what is most important to him.
Written by
Harley Derrickson  Honolulu, Hawaii
(Honolulu, Hawaii)   
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