Blind

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How stupid I was,
How incredibly blind I was,
Not to see that the man in front of me,
Was the one I love.

Yet love is blind,
It's twisted and dark,
For you think the man you love,
Who knew he was evil.

Once you realize what you've missed,
You'll regret it,
For you don't realize until it's,
Yet you'll never be the same.

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