Look what you made when you pushed too far,
a woman who knows exactly who you are.
Not confused, not stuck, not blind—
just done with wasting all my time.
You thought I'd crack, you thought I'd stay,
but I learned to walk away.
And every version you destroyed
became the strength you can't avoid.
I'm not your loss in soft regret—
I'm your lesson you won't forget.
And now I stand where you can't reach,
a language you'll never teach.
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