Call me names? Accuse me of being something that I'm not? That says far more about you than me. The quality that you saw in me is still there, it's just not directed at you anymore. That's not just my fault. You wanted to smother me, make me yours and keep me in a box, but I fought back. And that's what pissed you off. That's what you can't handle.
Would you have rathered lies? Pretended to have feelings that weren't really there? Then I would deserve the names you call me, the accusations you throw at me. But go ahead. I can take it. I can be the bigger person, and you can be the child. I've moved on, and you're the one stuck in the past.
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