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Like a child,
I want to hide,
To disappear,
Vanish and never be seen by you again.
But I think it's childish,
So I try to do the adult thing,
Of trying to mend things.
Is this the right thing to do?
Must I "fix" this?
Maybe the right answer is stop seeking you out,
No more mending,
Just let us move away from each other,
To be strangers.
How painful,
And maybe that's what being an adult means.