Don't leave to make them cry or plead,
They won't feel guilt, they won't concede.
Leave not for spite, but for your soul—
You've played your part, you've paid the toll.
You gave your love, you gave your fight,
You stayed through storms, you held the light.
But love that's real must stand its ground—
Not vanish when no one's around.
If they won't try when you're in pain,
Or meet you halfway in the rain,
Then walk away, don't beg or bend—
Some stories aren't meant to extend.
Be strong for you, not just for them,
Don't chase a ghost or fake a gem.
What's meant will bloom, what's not will fade—
You gave them more than they repaid.
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