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Hating Him I was going through the motions
Of what you wanted me to be,
Or rather who you thought I was.
I used to slowly fade away,
Letting her take my place;
She was the one you liked better.
Until one day, she shrank
At the realization she was
Nothing much than an object,
A lifeless, damaged object.
Then she died and I awoke
To find your arms so cold,
Your glance so empty
And I died again.
