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Compulsive to the limit where compulsion
no longer feels imposed. Repulsive to the limit where repulsion no longer is exposed. And all the cunning tricks of mind we use for cruel deception are turning now against the kind that suffers no rejection. Before we say life is unfair we should consider living. There is no reason one should spare when love is what one’s giving. We play with many things in life but this is not among them. We shouldn’t care so much for strife – it leads only to mayhem. To what horizon shall we stray? And to what sweet delusion? Were happiness enough we’d say we’re still lost in confusion.
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