You knew what I wanted. You made me think you didn’t know. So I would beg. I begged for what I wanted you to give me every moment of everyday. And still you withheld it. Still you claimed you did not know. You always asked me what I wanted you to do and say. You said you wanted to know me. But when I answered you didn’t listen. You didn’t understand. And you let me think and feel that there was something wrong with me. You wanted to keep me lost. You wanted me to suffer. You wanted to watch. But you didn’t want me to find myself again. That is what you feared the most. Because you didn’t know the feeling of being at me full wrath, determined to rid myself of the one who hurt me, who said they loved me but refused to give me the love I craved for. You.

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