CHAPTER 7: A MEETING WITH THE DEVIL
 
I’m not going to run anymore; you and I have had this dance for a long time. I have always come to the dancefloor to meet with you as you have always appeared in your most deceptive attire. Looking like dark chocolate, strong love with millions of promise to make me happy, I believed and like a fool, I followed you even though you made me walk with a blindfold on. You would carry me across muddy waters, little did I know you were the one who created the dirt and used my tears to create the very mud you carry me over. You would catch me when I fell from the highest mountain, and I pledge to you loyalty, unaware that it was you who pushed me in the first place. But that’s not the worst of it,