I used to wonder why he did it
Why he pushed me away,
Why he made me beg,
Made me cry,
Like my pain meant nothing.
But then it hit me
He knew.
He knew exactly what he was doing
And he chose to do it anyway
With open eyes and steady hands.
That truth didn’t break me.
It woke me.
And with that, I walked away.
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