Life is too rare,
too fleeting,
to be spent entangled in what no longer serves the soul.
Your presence, once a chapter in my story,
has turned hollow—
a voice that speaks but says nothing,
a gesture without meaning.
I walk now with those who carry light,
who build with purpose,
who dream within reach
and move with truth.
You have chosen another way,
and I will not follow.
Our roads part here.
I leave you with my well-wishing—
not as an invitation,
but as a farewell.
You and Your Behavior Have Become Otiose to Me©
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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