I detect something pierce my shirt; penetrating my chest.

A harsh actuality.

That I'm not loved by the woman I'd do anything for.

Without any delays.

No second thoughts.

I try to offer commiseration but it's only providing me with countless misconceptions

I attempt to leak solace with every sentence I jot.

But I need some form of aid.

Maybe Cupid will descend from the heavens above.

Stick her with some sort of cryptic arrow.

Feasibly, it'll make her plunge into the vast ocean of my heart.

I need an exposition.

Being her knight in shining armor isn't going to be a solution.

I've already came to terms that I can't explain the austerity of my situation.

For Society doesn't reward loyalty or acts of kindness

Unfortunately, I need to figure this out in solace.

Maybe there will be significancy and paradise by the end of this desolate, gloomy dirt road.

Perhaps there will be endless suffering.

By executing this i need to prepare for defeat.

The possibility of leaving my heart disfigured.

Destroyed.

Incinerated.

A merciless war zone.

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