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I want you to know that I need more. Don't you understand that I grew up? I need security, warmth, love. We don't even talk, well hardly. I don't even think it's what it was before. You know, I really do miss it. And I keep hoping that it will be the same. I hate pondering over the idea of how it is so different. How we are so different. What happened? Things really changed. I can look straight into your eyes and just lie to you. It doesn't even hurt to lie anymore. Before, I felt guilty, but now it's second nature to me. It's so easy to sneak out, ignore, and be quiet. Damn, I think the inevitable is about happen, and what sucks I'm too scared to even think about it.