What i hate and what i love walk contently side by side.
Aro's point protrudes from my rib, betraying me, as usual.
I see her pouting lips touch mine in a lucid fantasy.
Has this realism been conceded by his infidelity; by their vindications?
My lust becomes a pyre-- the conflagration being set aflame in my eyes.
I am set upon casting out all that is falsely entitled to me.
What i desire and what i detest walk contently side by side.
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