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I started
When you stopped trusting I stopped loving.
When you stopped talking I stopped caring.
When you started ignoring me I started hating.
When you started hugging me I started wishing.
I wished you were dead. When is my wish coming true?
This pretty much puts most adolescent life into words. It's all more or less the same. You gotta take the parents aside and let them know who's boss. I just wish this poem didn't remind me of my ex-girlfriend so much. Long story short, good job.