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Jul 2014
It's perceived as a wonderful thing.
It's portrayed to be beautiful.
It's spoken of so sweetly.

I only know it to be horrible.
I only see it to be dangerous.
I only hear of it harshly.

It's perceived to be glorious.
It's portrayed as something that saves you.
It's spoken of as though it's God.

I only know it to be horrendous.
I only see it as something that kills.
I only hear of it as though it's the Devil.
I will never love again.
Moe
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Moe  Tampa, Florida
(Tampa, Florida)   
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