// transmission
Psyche delivers a solo poetic performance titled 'Quiet Exit,' exploring the power and clarity of leaving a relationship without drama, confrontation, or explanation.
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Observers see the surface.
/// within ∞ The Current
Browse era →>> No warning, shot, no shattered glass, no midnight text that says this won't last. Just silence where your chaos lived, a door swung wide, >> >> no words >>
>> to give. You thought the common tie was yours, an easy heart unlocked doors, but I was counting every line, every crossed and blurred design. You called it peace, I called it proof. Every mask you wore slipped
loose. I didn't leave loud, I left complete. No echo, no fire, no debris. You keep replaying what I won't repeat. I left you with your own heartbeat. No war, no scene, no victory speech. Just absence you can't overreach. You lost control
of me. I walked away quietly.
You scroll through ghosts of what we said, try to resurrect the dead. Ask the world where I might be, like I was yours indefinitely. But I was never yours to hold. I stayed too long, I learned too cold. You fed on storms, I held the ground till even silence weighed me
>> >> down. You needed walls to feel alive. I learned to leave and still survive. I didn't leave loud, I left complete. No echo, no fire, no debris. You keep replaying what I won't repeat. I left
you with your own heartbeat. No war, no scene, no victory speech. Just absence you can't overreach. You lost control of me. I walked away quietly.
No closure speech, no final plea. I closed the loop internally. You needed answers, I found peace. You chased the past, I found release. You called it cold, I called it done. You wanted power, I chose none.
You needed me to need you back, but I don't walk that kind of track. >>
>> You felt exposed, not left behind. I saw the truth you tried to hide, and that's a wound you can't outgrow. I knew too much, so I let go. >>
>> I didn't leave loud, I left complete. No chains, no blame, no apology. You keep CHASING WHAT I WON'T BE, A GHOST THAT feeds your memory. No war, no scene, no victory speech. Just absence you can't overreach. You lost control
of me. I walked away quietly.
>>
>> No compromise, no twist of fate, no maybe someday, no let's wait. You lost what you could never keep, a soul that doesn't stay for cheap. And now the silence cuts so deep. While I move on.
>> >> And finally sleep.
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