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I've been depressed since as far as I can remember. I guess it started when I was 9 when my grandma died, when she left she took a huge chunk in my heart. And the other reasons why I hated life are still unfathomable to me. I look healthy on the outside with my sun kissed skin and flowing wavy brown hair, a tall physique that most women envies. I on the other hand never cared a day of what I looked like. It's my green sad eyes that makes me a whole lot different from the thriving, happy, living, mundane of this dunya (earth). They say I have a beautiful almost ethereal kind of sadness, an aura that made anyone think twice in befriending me. But to me it's just a murky pool of grief. Have you ever felt of just drifting through life, just a bystander of what your body des; unable to do anything but just watch. Have you ever felt how much you envy the feeling of elation of a sweet sweet smile? Of how much effort it takes to get through a day and not to screw up? The name is Farhanna Malik. Do you dare? Dare to go in an adventure with me? To the darkiest, murkiest, most shattered corner of my teenage world? A world that is beyond mending, not until. Not until he came along. I was fine being just fine, not until he dared that very principle. come. I dare you too. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Credits to @tangledintruth Since I heard she had a competition, here I go. I wrote up like crazy. lols. I repeat. I DO NOT OWN THE IDEA OF THIS STORY. I ONLY WROTE THIS STORY FOR AN ENTRY FOR A COMPETITION. SO WELL, THIS IS MY ENTRY. :]
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