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I see it, my love. I finally see it. Your hate. Your anger. Your love. Your desire. Your sin. Me. Myself. I.

… But what would I do… … To stop loving you?

What you are doing to me right now.

I pushed away. She left me. And all that is left are rambles of self denial and regret.

What I want to do was destroy perfection and to create beauty from imperfection, and now, to me it feels closest to bliss.