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There you go again, back to the life that was always going to win. I used to ask myself what I was missing, what I lacked, what I could have been to make you stay. I don’t ask anymore. I see you now. Not as I wanted you to be, but as you are. The light I saw in you was never yours. It was mine. Bending itself into something you could stand in. You didn’t choose me. You didn’t lose me. You took what was given, held it just long enough to feel like something real, and let it fall the moment it required anything back. And I let you once, twice, three times… until I couldn’t recognize the version of me that kept calling it love. That’s over now. No anger left to hand you. No softness left to borrow. Just the quiet understanding of who you are when no one is mistaking you for something better. You can go. Not temporarily, Not halfway, Not the way you always do. Completely. Because I already have. And this version of me the one you don’t know, the one you don’t get. she doesn’t wait, she doesn’t wonder, and she doesn’t look back.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
What Remains
There you go again, back to the life that was always going to win. I used to ask myself what I was missing, what I lacked, what I could have been to make you stay. I don’t ask anymore. I see you now. Not as I wanted you to be, but as you are. The light I saw in you was never yours. It was mine. Bending itself into something you could stand in. You didn’t choose me. You didn’t lose me. You took what was given, held it just long enough to feel like something real, and let it fall the moment it required anything back. And I let you once, twice, three times… until I couldn’t recognize the version of me that kept calling it love. That’s over now. No anger left to hand you. No softness left to borrow. Just the quiet understanding of who you are when no one is mistaking you for something better. You can go. Not temporarily, Not halfway, Not the way you always do. Completely. Because I already have. And this version of me the one you don’t know, the one you don’t get. she doesn’t wait, she doesn’t wonder, and she doesn’t look back.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
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