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There’s a silence more powerful than words....
the kind that arrives when whispers die,  
and the walls crumble into dust.

Let them talk in empty rooms,  
fill their spaces with shadows of someone  
who no longer listens.

I’ve carried too many burdens  
that were never mine to bear,  
and I refuse to be a ghost haunting the edges of conversations unworthy of my voice.

This is not surrender—  
it’s the freedom found in absence,  
the clarity in knowing  
when to leave a room that’s long since darkened.

In the quiet, I reclaim myself.