It's done,
I don't love you,
and I'm so happy,
but at the same time,
it's still a bit sad.
A monster.
I am a monster.
Without you there,
the monster will keep growing,
and it just might kill me.
But still,
I'm so happy,
and just a bit sad.
I don't love you.
I don't love anyone.
I wish I loved someone.
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