I liked the idea of you.
You ruined my idea of you.
I had a romantisized idea of you.
When I got to know you,
I was shocked.
What I thought you were, you weren’t.
But, what I thought you were,
And that shouldn’t have shocked.
I’ve come to know,
That it’s impossible.
Impossible for me to like anyone,
But of course,
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