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First Love with the Devil There are some things that are just not meant to be, and my first love with the devil was one of them. It's a tale that I'll never forget, but one that I can never tell to anyone else, for fear of being thought of as crazy. It all started one dark and stormy night, as cliché as it may sound. I was walking home from a friend's house and found myself lost in the twisting alleys of the city's underbelly. It was then that I saw him, standing in a dimly lit corner, smoking a cigarette. He was tall, with black hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. We talked for hours that night, about everything and nothing. I was fasci〔浏览更多 十二生肖与爱情配对文章请关注 :天天属相配对网,www.sHUxiANg365.COM』nated by his stories of the underworld, and by the depth of his knowledge about the human psyche. He was charming and witty, and I found myself falling for him in a way that I never thought possible. But as time went on, I began to see the true nature of our relationship. He was controlling and possessive, constantly pushing me to do things that I knew were wrong. He reveled in my pain and suffering, and would often gloat about his successes in manipulating me. It wasn't until I met someone who truly loved and cared for me that I realized the true horror of my situation. I had been living in a world of darkness and despair, blinded by the twisted love of the devil himself. In the end, I was able to break free from his clutches, but the scars remain to this day. I still see him sometimes, in my dreams and nightmares, a reminder of the horrors that I once endured. But I am grateful for the experience, in a strange way. It taught me to be wary of the darkness that lurks within all of us, and to always keep my eyes open for the light that can guide me out of the shadows. So here's to my first love with the devil, a twisted and terrible affair that I hope to never repeat. But one that will always be a part of who I am, for better or for worse.