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The man I loved was an illusion,

just a figment of your imagination.



He never existed but in your mind

and in the center of my heart.



You invented him to impress me

but ended up just depressing me.



I loved you because I felt sorry for you;

you hated me because you felt guilty.



What you created was more painful

than the reality of what we were.