Vivid quixotic so he said.

He began a poem for some other woman, he continued to spend countless hours perfecting the intense emotion and relived every moment he spent with her. All the while he left me to become more of a depressed and neglected woman in love with a man who had no thought or care for my emotional well being. He spent every second with me thinking of her. Yet to still continue to tell me he loves me and wants to be with me regardless of what i say is unjust and unfair. I was in love with you and i loved you so much i allowed myself to be subject to so much rejection and humiliation that finnaly my feelings became numb. To you i owe these words to come for without you never was there a madness of insanity.


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