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apathy is harder than it looks
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16.10.02
The more I think about her, the more I love her and hate myself. I hate myself because she hates me. She doesn't hate me for who I am. She might even love me for who I am if she didn't hate me for what I symbolize. To her I am proof of all within her that she detests; all the lust, impulses, dishonesty, sin, and lies; every bit of pleasure and joy in her otherwise heretical exsistance that has ever been able to excite her palid soul into a frenzy of sparkles and light.
I flatter myself.
17:34
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