I made myself smaller for you.
Compartmentalizing every bit of "me" because I heard the words you used, laughing at others who are like me. The artists. The lovers. Those who would rather love themselves and spread their wings than be rooted to a passionless life.
I stopped dancing... singing... writing... dreaming.
I didn't want you to stop being you; I wanted to stop being the "me" you wanted me to be.
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