sometimes, sometimes you really make me feel like you hate me.
and most times when that happens, i believe it.
and really, all this anger and fear? maybe i'm just jealous of the person i cannot be.
because all that i could ever manage was a less than heroic walk-away from the car crash in my head. but you never knew that, did you? that after all this while, the person who broke you was me.

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