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Myself
I didn't bring a half version of myself.
I brought the one that lost sleep over your silence.
The one that compressed its own needs
to make more space for yours.
I brought honesty when lies were easier.
Softness when hardness was safer.
And still it was not enough.
Not because I was lacking.
But because some people
have already decided
what they will refuse to receive.
You can pour an ocean into a closed fist.
It will still leave empty.
So I withdrew. Not in bitterness.
Not in surrender.
In the devastating clarity
that the most valuable thing
I had remaining to offer-
was my disappearance.
And for the first time, they felt me.
