Our Affair was not Intense

Our affair was not intense.Well, I made it intense for me, because I'm fucked up, but it was far far from some grand all-consuming passion.There was no romantic love. It was desperation, loneliness, and selfishness.I just do not fucking know how to forgive myself.I just do not fucking know how to forgive myself. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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