is a stranger,
bloated with emotion
and anger, sadness and regret.
She might look like me
but we're different.
She's who I became
when you left,
taking all the good
that was in me
and the world
with you in one breath.
I hate her
and how she looks,
who she's become
without you
because I know
if you were here
you'd hate her too.
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