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February 22, 2014
They tell me it's a sickness, but to tell you the truth, I was sick of love. We've tried making it work, over and over, but time and again, we claw and chain at the other like beasts in cages. She'd be an angel with fangs. I'd be a demon without eyes.

Our love was too young - this is the ultimate conclusion. It bred in us children of envy and jealousy, setting us in this sick cycle with no escape except separation. How I could live without her was beyond me, but it was the only way I'll save her.