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I stand in front of you, all I can see is the old you
I thought you changed
I thought I didn't care

But somehow there's vines connecting me to the past
The past of the hate and despair
The vines bring me back to the little girl who was scared
The little girl who knew you hated her

I thought I forgot but as I stand in front of you now
All I see is her and no longer the changed you
And I'm back to being that little girl again
But this time, I'm not the only one who sees this side of you.
-s

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