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When God shows you someone’s true colors repeatedly, you learn to stop painting a different picture. See, the downfall of having a good heart like me, is that you’re always looking for angels inside of demons. So why was I still dancing with the devil? You can’t possibly dance with the devil and then keep asking yourself why you’re still in hell. But see, I knew who I was dancing with the entire time, I just preferred to see the good in him. I personally don’t think I can ever change that about myself. I thought my love could bring out the best in someone, even the devil. So, I loved him at his best, and even harder at his worst.