They warned me about people like you; people that say "I love you" and actually mean it, people that would never intentionally hurt their significant other. It was perfect; you were perfect. But that was the problem. You were too good, too immaculate for someone like me. I couldn't condemn you to a fate like mine, a fate full of sins. This life isn't for an angel like you, so pure and sweet, who wouldn't dare hurt a fly. I crushed you, but a temporary heartache is favorable over a damned existence. You deserve better, no matter how much I want to pull you into my darkness.
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