Starting today, you are dead to me.
Not with a shout, but a silent severing— like a door quietly closing on a long, bitter chapter.
You have become a shadow, a name I no longer speak aloud.
You are nobody now— just a ghost fading into the distance, unworthy of the light I seek.
Do not show your face again— not before me, nor before those I cherish.
Stay far away, buried beneath the weight of your own choices, where your poison can no longer touch me.
If by some cruel fate we cross paths, may you quietly regret the day you ever entered my world— For I will not curse you;
I have no energy left for such fire.
I once believed in you— held you high like a fragile flame.
But that flame burned down to ash, and I was left in the cold.
They were right all along, and I was foolish to hope.
You and your shadows belong to a place I will never return to.
So I close the book on us— not with rage, but with a weary grace.
I won’t waste harsh words on those who are lost, only a quiet farewell whispered into the wind.
Alhamdulillah—for the strength to walk away, for the courage to seek peace beyond the pain.
Revenge? I have no time for such chains.
I leave that to karma’s hands— silent, patient, and certain.
Goodbye—for good.
No hatred.
No more tears.
Just a slow, steady turning away from what once was.
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