Something's happened.
I don't recognise You.
And I know that You Do Not Recognise Me.
I'm Not what You Think I am.
I will not sit and collect Dust.
I do Not Sit and Collect Dust.
It's not Funny.
And You can't just Fix it Like that.
It's all Broken and Twisted.
Whatever This is.
Whatever This Was.
It's been buliding To This, We Both Know It.
Maybe We Should Just Accept It Now.
Maybe This Is It.
And I Said What I Said, Because My Mind Is Too Weak To Cope With The Argument.
You'll Just Keep Thinking That It's Your God-Given Right To Let Me Sit And Collect Dust.
That If You Leave Me I'll Just Stop And Wait.
It's not Like That.
It Won't Ever Be That Way.
No Matter How Good It Makes You Feel.
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