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The world seems to pursue a sort of warped up image of love.
We trail its every flawed conjecture and worship its every erroneous move.
Or perhaps we have corrupted what was pure love.
We have brought cheating, lying and deceit into its folds and made what was once perfect into something lowly.
Of lust and love we make no difference; they could in our minds easily be mistaken for one and the other.
But maybe it is entirely because of our corrrupt nature that we have ruined love and turned into something unconsecrated.
It is no secret that we ruin everything we touch.
Or maybe it is as mortals, we deserve nothing more than a shadow of what is real.
Perhaps so.
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