I am so entirely wrapped up in self, I think I feel nothing at all.

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I am so entirely wrapped up in self, I think I feel nothing at all.

I gave up a love so incredible: he had me in a shiver of flesh and touch... I think of the face I love and he is gone. I know I have to live with that.

I was devastating my weakness, that I ruin everything I touch, without exception.

I am a paranoid romantic.

We were so happy, we were so beautiful and then... my soul broke.

I feared he was my universe. My life. He held a strange weight that must possess me entirely.

I feel as if I did go mad in love.

A lost mind, locked inside cracking with emotion. I've tried living freely, that's simply not me. I can't reinvent myself.

A great fatigue: this stagnant point in my poisoned body. My corpse-like face nothing to you, my love. I was surviving.

I remained enveloped in darkness, a depraved wretch of despair. My creation of delirium, such ravings of insanity.
