Niza Niza Souza
If I'm not your choice… then let me go. Don't keep me trapped in confusing words, in empty promises, in half-hearted feelings. Because the worst kind of pain isn't the goodbye. It's hope. It's continuing to believe in someone who has already decided to leave, but still leaves the door ajar just enough so I can't walk away. And that's exhausting. It's exhausting to live trying to understand signs, trying to decipher silences, trying to find love where there's only indecision. So, please… do
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