It's a crying shame when your best friend is someone that hates you; knowing the evil deceit of others that are close, betraying your well-being, assured one thing that's fact; by your foe is provided, because of their malice intent up front.
It's totally wrong of me to pick one's worst enemy as their favorite buddy, prefer them completely over those you were intended to love: but this pick, at least, will never alter its aim to cut down on your efforts, have no regrets.
Demons will always try to belittle you, definitely assured of that fact, attempting all their efforts aimed to always kill you: while those close are a gamble, roll of the dice, they might betray any course had by you of life.
So, here are my determined-to-be choices; both their odds and their pros and cons given, between the two offers set selections, I must pick the lesser evil of them.
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