By seemingly cruel outcomes, I have not one but two devils on my shoulders
Both leeches of my good will
My souls reserve is on mere fumes as they taunt my turmoil
"How could you" says the right
"She loved you and you ruined her" says the left
Both beguiling my faith as they remain in place as my life persists
And on that day she begged
"Put me out of my misery "
I cried on my knees as I replied
"If I do; who will put me out of mine?"
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