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Well, it's all over. I feel empty.
We were meant to be, would have been perfect.
But he doesn't love me, could never love me,
like he could love someone else.
And I am closed, changed, there will
not be another quite like him, in all
his beauty. For him there will be a hundred
other ones more than me, more of everything
that I couldn't be, & I could never have been enough.
Merry Christmas.