You will disappoint me - that is an unavoidable fact. You shall do so because I set impossible standards, for in truth your only real purpose is to cause pain; which in turn serves as fuel for my rebirth. You are a means to an end, at least that's what I tell myself, because the alternative is far more frightening. I couldn't really love you, could I? And more importantly, you couldn't truly love me, could you? Even though the emotions that rush through my veins are unlike those before, and in the absence of you suspense controls my mind, this couldn't be it, the true love everyone talks about, right? Surely you are just another soul to haunt me as I navigate the boulevard of broken hearts, and taunt me as I give in to hope that despite everything which has transpired, despite who I always thought I'd be, perhaps there is still a chance that I might be the boy who loves as vigorously as the stars worship the sky. Life has never felt more dense, and each passing moment is a reminder that time is running out.
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