My best friend, my worst enemy. Why can't you make up your mind?
You're such a tease.
I am so cold, yet I burn. Why is it so frigid in here? The mirror speaks volumes to me. Grays where there were none, dark circles, the hint of wrinkles, replace the glow and the sheen of happier times. God, why can't you turn back the clock? Damn you. Damn you to hell, damned reflection, damned existence.
Oh, it's you. What do you want? To be left alone.
Why? Because I am not in love with you anymore.
So many questions. So little understanding. It's dark outside. Did you see? Don't care.
You're so stubborn. You should have learned your lesson back then.
I still love you! If you did, you'd give me more.
I have nothing more to give.
Goodbye, then. I am done with you.
It's cold.
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