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Because it’s easier to hate you, my love. Alluringly, you whisper, [hate me if it’s easier]. In the face of all pervading desperation remained my aversion to forsaking the sweet joy I have discovered in the heart of love. The memories I shall hold close to my heart. With sorrowed reminiscence I shall observe the delight we shared once. You may believe the qualities that lie within your soul can never be affected, indeed, that you can’t change who you are. It seems you can angel, for you aren’t the person I fell in love with. You're not my angel anymore, long before the 9th of November, you fell, I hope it didn't hurt as much as you hurt me. Love is so rare, so precious a gift, yet you made it worthless with connotations of unnerving insignificance. I know that I am nothing_to_you. I can’t be who you want me to be; by changing I remove the very essence of myself, guiding me to my destruction.
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