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There was no attempt to shift blame, no dramatic flourish meant to rewrite history. Instead, there was humility. He acknowledged mistakes made in the name of ambition. He recognized the distance that had grown between his public image and his private self. The confession did not sound rehearsed; it sounded earned. Each sentence carried the gravity of someone who had wrestled with these thoughts in solitude long before daring to voice them aloud.
Then came the turning point. He spoke of stepping back. Of choosing family over power. Of envisioning a future not measured in approval ratings or election cycles, but in ordinary moments reclaimed. He described wanting to wake up without the immediate calculation of political consequences, to be present without distraction, to listen without the pressure of response. The words were simple, yet they carried the unmistakable weight of finality.
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