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"Just be happy." Sure. Tell a dead person to just be alive. They'll magically resurrect. Right? Of course. *** Rain splattered like paint on my shirt. Or perhaps they were tears. Or both. Either way, I didn't care. My glasses were foggy and droplets decorated the lenses as if trying to make this tragic scene look like a beautiful melancholy. I scoffed. There was nothing beautiful about standing on a ledge, head empty and eyes tired, ready to fall into an endless sleep. "Stop," a voice whispered, a whisper that somehow sounded louder than the sound of my pounding heart, louder than the sound of the thundering rain, yet was so vulnerable, as if their life depended on my decision. And I did. I don't know why, but I stopped. Something, in that voice, made me feel... home. I did not turn back and look at who it was, for I feared I might not feel the same after I did. Instead, I shut my eyes and ran. I ran. From the voice, from the past, from everything, I ran. And now I was here. With a new life. Where no one knew a thing about me, or my past. Or so I thought. *** WINNER of Watties Retry Awards in the category Undiscovered Emeralds. [04. 06. 2018.] RUNNER UP in the Blue Rose Awards May 2019 in Teen Fiction. [12.06.2019] Previously titled 'Papercuts.' TW: Deals with sensitive topics such as mental illnesses, eating disorders, sexual abuse, self-harm & suicide. THIS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS COVER WAS MADE BY @sonderless *lowercase intended in title. BEST RANKS: #1 in #stopmentalhealthstigma #2 in #roadtorecovery #3 in #mentalhealthawareness #4 in #discoveringyourself #4 in #freementalhealth #7 in #growth #25 in #freementalilness #25 in #suicideawareness #161 in #mentalhealth #wefighton #savethesuicidal Copyright © 2019, lifeaskashvi. All rights reserved.
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