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Is it possible you just wanted to believe you were the person I saw? That that perfection hasn't been seen for so long...it made you feel good to let me think you were, and never showed me this other side of you that is so cold and cruel I shiver just thinking about it? Nothing could ever have prepared me for this change in you... I wish there was some reason or excuse you could give me but there never will be. Nothing satisfactory anyway, I think. It's so sad, though, that such beautiful things have to die, seemingly for so little reason at all. :'(