You heart is golden, uncorrupted even by all the corruption around you. Your life is simple, simple to the point of incompatibility. The competitiveness of the world around you does not stop you from truly being a friend. You are alone, without companions, with no respect shown to you.
I am unworthy of you. Somehow, Ive been unable to show you how much of a person you truly are.
But of course, me calling myself unworthy is just an excuse for not being your friend: the truth is, your simplicity is incompatible with my flambuoyance.
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