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Here's the current situation:
Any and every thing you say
Is a weapon against me.

Basically,
If you say "hi",
I'll cry.

Here's the current state of things:
Each word that comes out of you mouth
Brings me to my goddamn knees.

If you ask me "how have you been?"
I'll shut the fuck up
Because the last thing I want
Is to return that question.
The last thing I want
Is to know how you've been.
Because I know already.

You have been.
I haven't.

Here's the extent of my plight:
I hate you for no good reason.

Here's what things look like:
You owe me.
I'm yours to chew.
I'm yours to spit.
I'm yours to laugh at.
I'm yours to ignore, even.
My life is one-sided now. Yours?

You're my puppeteer.
My remote control is in your pocket.
And you barely even remember I exist.

This is a cry for help.