I loved you...
Blindly, and now ashamedly, maybe I still do.
How long will it stay this way inside and cruel.
All seem to know they say and claim, but I.
Could I be that devil as you or I as that too you.
Do I smile, after you and knowing this, both do.
And pain a tug of war inside, none train too win,
When most in love all know, there are no ties.
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