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I haven't regressed.
Maybe the truth is I feel better like this.
It's masochism.
Let's get it out in the open.
Without you, what am I?
Nothing. Worthless. Just another girl in a sea of people who are so much better than I could ever be.
They only know my name because of you.
Because you told them to.
And they'll take you away.
They always do.
I have nothing to offer.
To you. Or to them.
Without you, I've no foundation to stand on.
Oddly enough...
You wouldn't want me without that foundation.
So I reiterate.
What do I have to offer anyone?
Nothing
So forget me.
And tell them to forget me.
Let's pretend I don't exist.
I think it's better that way.