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Now I finally understand. I love no one but my own ego.
Quick to love and quick to hate; I blaze my own path, a shrine to my own personality, knocking others over left and right, with no consideration.
There is no place for others in here. Not truly, and never for long. An insistent, consistent mantra of me, me, and always me. They circle around the axis of my person, with me as its centre. Nothing else enters. I am selfish and stubborn and I have no space for anyone else.
The truth disgusts me, but I have no choice but to embrace it. This is me, I taste of it and know it to be true, despicable as it is.
What right do I have to be loved, when I have never loved in return?
Quick to love and quick to hate; I blaze my own path, a shrine to my own personality, knocking others over left and right, with no consideration.
There is no place for others in here. Not truly, and never for long. An insistent, consistent mantra of me, me, and always me. They circle around the axis of my person, with me as its centre. Nothing else enters. I am selfish and stubborn and I have no space for anyone else.
The truth disgusts me, but I have no choice but to embrace it. This is me, I taste of it and know it to be true, despicable as it is.
What right do I have to be loved, when I have never loved in return?