"They knew what they were doing, Knew the wounds they’d leave behind. Knew the games, the lies, the hurt, Yet chose to tread the path unkind. Every cruel word, every silent stare, Every step that tore the air— Was theirs to wield, a conscious choice, A hollow echo in a world of voice. So when you seek a fleeting closure, Or chase the ghost of their illusion, Remember this—the only truth you need: They chose the pain, not you. Indeed."

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