Moving through the days as I tear everything I've loved apart, it doesn't matter anymore.
I am the disaster I've always been afraid of, the one thing I feared would destroy me.
What I swore I would never become, now is consuming me, taking me over, controlling me.
An exact replica of what I was once against and hated, my one weakness that I always hid from.
The opposite of protection, is what I'll always have to be to you now, I'm your new disease.
No longer am I the person who can keep you safe and sound, the one that you can count on.
Empathy no longer runs through my veins, and the care is far gone from my actions, I've lost control.
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