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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I think the cruelest part is that I stayed long enough to watch myself disappear. Not all at once. I disappeared in every joke that cut a little too deep. Every forced laugh. Every time I swallowed hurt because loving you seemed easier than confronting it. You taught me how to doubt my own pain. How to bleed and apologize for making a mess. And God, I tried. I tried to understand. I tried to compromise. I tried to convince myself that love was supposed to feel like cutting pieces off yourself to keep someone else comfortable. I kept waiting for things to get better. You kept showing me how much damage a person can do without ever laying a hand on someone. You think I left suddenly. You think I woke up one day and chose to leave. What you didn't see was the funeral. Every cruel comment. Every conversation that changed nothing. Every promise that lasted just long enough to be broken again. I had been grieving us long before I walked away. By the time I left, the relationship was already dead. I was just the one who buried it. And now I'm the villain. Not when I was hurting. Not when I was begging to be treated like someone you loved. No. I became the villain the moment I stopped accepting what was breaking me. The moment I chose myself over your comfort. Maybe that's what really angers you. Not that I left. That I finally realized I could. So tell the story however you need to. Say I gave up. Say I ruined everything. I'll take the blame. You can have the narrative. I'll take my freedom. Because I'd rather be the villain for walking away than spend another day teaching someone how to break me.
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