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You know I don’t love you.
Never have, never will. You ask me why, And I say, “I can’t.” You ask again So I’ll tell you now: I don’t know. Not really. Maybe I know; But I’m afraid. What if I mean it? What if I don’t? I don’t love you Because you are, Too fat, too thin, Too rich, too poor, Too stupid, too brilliant, Too giving, too selfish, Too ugly, too beautiful, Too confident, too fearful, Too quiet, too loud, Too happy, too sad, Too weak, too strong. You are to me Everything I’ve dreamed, Nothing I imagined, All I’ve ever wanted, Not what I need. You always seem . . . Larger than life Overpowering me, Afraid of your shadow Not protecting me. You love too deeply, Overwhelming me. You don’t love enough, Starving me. You live Between the lines. You see now why I don’t love you. Never have, never will. So don’t ask me anymore. Believe me when I say I can’t tell you.
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