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Aug 2013
At first,
You only brought me love.
To this love, I was dependent.
Months later,
You brought me anger,
Sadness and vacancy.
I became dependent on this sadness
And also to your love.
I forced you to love me,
And I forced you to hurt me.
Neither seemed to do any good,
So instead of you loving and hurting me,
I broke it down.
Instead of being dependent on your love and hate,
I needed to do one of the two to myself.
I chose hate, because it had always been with me since the start.
This brought me harm, I brought myself harm,
And it was oh, so hard to stop,
But I made it.
I think Iā€™m okay.
Written by
Jason Rose  Canada
(Canada)   
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