There is a dark side of love. Love borne out of fear, out of lack, a step away from obsession, the kind of love a drowning person has for a would-be savior they pull down into the dark, foreboding deep. Musicians sing about it while sane people shy from it -- preferring their passion set to music or the screen, well removed from day-to-day life. I always thought I was far too logical for the dark queen of love, a queen of unsettled lakes with hidden depths and far too many monsters. I was wrong.
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