Ending an Era: A Chapter Closing With Teeth | CallMeUnfiltered

I don’t feel shattered.
I feel stripped.

Like something in me
was dragged through too many nights
and left behind.

I didn’t break.
I was worn down.
Layer after layer,
every time I stayed
where it kept hurting.

Leaving wasn’t easy.
It was violent.
It ripped me open.
Staying was worse.
My body kept bracing
like a fire alarm
that no one answered.

Everything ended loudly.
Not once.
Not twice.
But again and again.
Conversations detonating.
Silences turning radioactive.
Promises rotting in my hands.

My voice didn’t fade.
It was buried.

I didn’t leave in anger.
I left
because something in me
had already died
and I refused
to keep pretending it hadn’t.

I don’t carry softness about this.
I carry clarity.
I know exactly how much of myself
was taken
before I walked out.

And that was an end.

That’s not a whisper.
That’s a chapter closing with teeth.

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