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Originally Posted by Dr.Seussicide
I remember lucidly our thoughts
The days when we were whole and beautiful
Gentle caresses, sweet touches
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Never say we never existed dear...
Never say you and I were a myth.
I'd prefer if it were only I who never existed
Please let it be I who never existed...
It was unquestionable...
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Hi Dr. Seussicide,
These lines in bold strike me the most with the anguish of this poem. The speaker is wishing s/he didn't exist instead of the relationship having been unreal. This is such a sad state in which a person can be: feeling it would be better not to exist at all instead of face that someone s/he so valued and loved did not reciprocate those feelings and all the experiences that had felt like real joy and love were false.