I don't need YOU, I just need what I used to think we had.
And I know you remember me, you think of me every now and then, because there's something I gave you which no one else could, and there's a hidden, unacknowledged pain buried inside you, just like me.
You think you've got it all, but I will see to your doom. Eventually, you will need of me again, and then, I will strike.
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