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I met her at a time when I didn't even recognize myself anymore.
Everything felt heavy-my thoughts, my chest, even the silence in my own room. I was drowning in things I couldn't explain, smiling in front of people who never really saw me.
Then she came.
Not in a grand, magical way.
Not like the stories where everything suddenly makes sense.
She just... stayed.
She listened when I couldn't speak.
She understood the parts of me I tried so hard to hide.
And for the first time in a long while, I felt like I wasn't alone.
But people like her don't stay forever.
Because just when I was starting to heal,
she became the reason I broke all over again.
And the worst part?
I still don't know if she saved me...
or destroyed me.