I miss you. My stream lined existence has escaped me. I wonder of you, I wonder at you. I don't know anything. To myself, Let me fall away please. Let me fade. How many personalities does a person like you have? That only one or a few are exposed at a time? From each and every rhizome you have planted; another ten or so, escaping you, and wandering around into the souls and thoughts of those around you. Have I only the few weeks of the only pleasant stem? From for it, death and a seething cry. I've never played your game before, and now I realize how real it is. In fact I was even just playing a game with you until I realized what I was starting to feel. It tore myself apart to know that I had to relieve myself of you. I never wanted to, oh for all I knew I was going to drop you when you became tiresome, or I became bothered. For once it didn't happen that way. For once I felt weak. Weak in your arms, do you know what you made me? Afraid. How could I feel that way? When I realized I had let my guard down it was too late!! I knew what you were all along, and I thought I could handle it. I suppose I thought it would be more fun to play with a bad boy. Well, in the end it never is. I beg of you, to stop being. But that in itself is a sadistic request. I would never wish of you your life in taking mine. But I beg it the same. I must leave myself, it is the only way.