Quagmire.

The healthy does not need a doctor. The sick ones do.

The perfect ones do not need saving. The sinners do.

If you love the lovable, it makes you the same.

If you love the unlovable, that’s something different.

Your path set in midnight, your footstep find no light.

How best, should you fight?

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