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Maybe I'll Leave Tomorrow
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Ongoing, First published Jun 14
Maybe I'll Leave Tomorrow
Somewhere along the way, she stopped being herself.
And no one noticed-not even her.

She loved him for six long years.
Through silence. Through betrayal. Through the slow erosion of who she used to be.
She told herself it was love, even when it felt like drowning.
Even when he let her fall and never reached to catch her.

This is not a love story.
It's a story of aching quiets, almost-goodbyes, and the boys who tried to hold her together when she couldn't do it herself.

It's about the girl who learned to laugh too loud to hide the breaking.
The girl who wore black like armor and called chaos home.
The girl who kept waiting for him to choose her,
until she realized she had to choose herself.

Maybe she'll leave tomorrow.
But tonight... she writes.
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