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Time to start deleting all the wonderful texts and pictures from something that is no more. If I had the courage to kill myself, I would. Maybe I'll try. I'll never love less. I cannot contain this heart of mine. Perhaps those old lines from Hamlet that I fell in love with when I was in high school are simply a symbol of the kind of tragedy of a young death that is meant for me. Because I won't learn. I shouldn't love less. Other people should love more. And stop hiding from themselves. I've always been me. A lover until I am struck down, and then I become something vile until another love comes rescue me. I wonder how many morphine tablets is lethal.