Now, what were you thinking? You've, ran through me. You've, drained me. I'm a natural resource you had too much of. Down to the last bit of me. And you think, if I had peace of mind, I would still allow you to interrupt and interfere with my progress? I'm growing, and it's showing, and that's all you'll need to know. I'm implying, I'm not shying, from telling you how I feel.
But I won't, complete blame you, I would never, want to frame you, but as much, as it took to tame you, I fell, broke and became you.
But it's fine, we all make mistakes. And I, could never hate, you, no matter how much you did or will do, I just come to bid you adieu. For I am no long empathic, nor have time for thee pathetic. Users, abusers, synthetic. I refuse, to be, ill-headed.
Yes, I'll grow, and progress. And you, can do, what's best, for you. But don't, confuse, the two. I am me, and you are you. A part of me, lost, by you. It's okay, though, it's true. For I, am me, and you, are you.