That morning, when you asked me to leave, you told me I could never love anyone else, that I was too in love with myself, but how could that be the case when I loved you more than I could say, and maybe I'm just searching for something to make me whole, but how else am I supposed to grow, and I can understand why you left, you didn't want to clean up my mess, and why would you, when I'm falling apart, why would you when I broke your heart, but God, I love you, I always will, but perhaps I just need a new thrill, and I couldn't love myself when I was with you, couldn't be the person you wanted me to, and maybe it was time for me to break free, or maybe the fact is that I'm just me, that maybe I can never love anyone else, because I'm too in love with myself.

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