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[fasterpussycat]

Sometimes people become infatuated with me in a rather intense way, then just as easily lose interest. For years I used to wonder what was wrong with me (to make them lose interest) but now I know that infatuation is constructed mostly of fantasy. There are bits and pieces of me in there, but the stuff they invent to fill all my gaps is pure nothing. Strong stuff, for awhile, but ultimately nothing. That opiate swoon, and then the wearing off and then that dull headache.

They come and they go.

I stay.
Here I am.