I've been reading your messages over again. If I could fix myself somehow, they might make sense. I'm lonely. I'm desparate. I'm obviously weak. I'm not the man that you want or would ever need. So get yourself rid of me. It's been real. It's been fun. It's been damaging. It's been done. I'm finally okay with being alone again. Do you remember the shell beach sunet? Now I am just the sand between your toes. And the last time you saw a meteor shower? Now I am the star in the sky that falls and dies. This is a lesson in keeping distance. I'll try to forgive myself, but I can't forget this feeling I've had the last 6 months. I can't forget.
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