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And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb…" He Murmured. I Looked Away, Hiding My Eyes As I Thrilled To The Word. "what A Stupid Lamb," I Sighed. "what A Sick, Masochistic Lion.

The Morning Brought With It, If Not A Brighter Outlook, At Least A Measure Of Control, Some Acceptance. Instinctively, I Knew That The New Tear In My Heart Would Always Ache. That Was Just Going To Be A Part Of Me Now.

I Like The Night. Without The Dark, We'd Never See The Stars.

I Hate Myself For Liking You.

Once You Cared About A Person, It Was Impossible To Be Logical About Them Anymore.