I really do hate you,
but I also love you.
You're the only thing
I have lived for
and it's so tragic
that you were just a fluke.
So tragic that I have
to leave your side,
give you up to her,
admit final defeat,
and forget the unforgettable.
Please, lobotamist,
be gentle as you scramble my memories...
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