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I hated you as much as I loved you.

Love is the wrong word.

I was addicted to you.

No, still not right.

I was addicted to...the attention.

I thought I was using you,

but you were in fact using me.

It took me a year to realize that.

I just wanted someone to tell me 

that I fucking mattered,

that my feelings were valid.

And you did that but you had 

an ulterior motive.

You never actually cared.

You told me what I wanted to hear

to keep me wrapped around your finger,

held within your control.