He'd known it was bound to end badly
No matter how well he had played
He'd taken a flight that he knew had to crash
The odds of
Ever After
Were raw
Common sense had opined an alternative path
A course much safer and less prone to pain
A way for a life of contentment and calm
But
The heart
Doesn't
bow
to
The brain
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