If you are so terrible at making yourself happy, if you ruin every chance, who's to say you wouldn't do the same with me? It seems as though at the exact point I cannot, absolutely cannot, have you, it's you I want. Not to say I didn't before, but now it's almost staggering and it's scary.
I just don't know if I can handle this.
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