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I hate you for what I've become.

Making me,

Degrading me,

Like an outer-body experience,

Watching myself change into what I swore I never would.

But what else can I do?

If I stop this,

Like I try to,

I risk losing you.

At first I thought,

I was scared of being alone,

But now it seems,

I don't want to answer the phone.

Silence has a nice ring to it.

I've grown.

But I wish I could say,

I don't need your empty compliments anymore,

I think it's about time I settled the score.

Crying over you isn't appealing,

I think it's about time I stopped feeling,

For you.