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This love is not patient,

Nor is it kind,

This love has a bite,

Teeth it does sink,

Never letting you free,

This love choses to be,

The most evil of its kind.

This love has a grib,

Immune to a struggle,

Although you may writhe,

Liberty you'll never know.

This love will smother you,

Drown you it will,

Steal your volition,

Resolve it will kill.

So run run,

Run away,

Run while you can,

Because,

This love is not patient,

Nor is it kind.