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(My poetic description) She wasn't sure when it started. She wasn't sure it'd ever stop. Ahsoka tried not to at first, she knew it was bad, but with nowhere left to turn, she finally gave in and accepted it: She was depressed, and she was cutting. She couldn't stop cutting, tearing away at her skin, and she managed it for far too long, almost too long. Disclaimer! If you're reading this on a platform other than Wattpad, you're very likely to be at risk for a malware attack. If you want to read this story in it's original, safe, version, please head over to Wattpad under anxiety_banana This is just me wanting more fics about Ahsoka being depressed. idk why, question my mental health if you will. It'll probably end up being a lot like other fics like it, so sorry if it seems really unoriginal. Trigger warning for subjects like depression, self harm, and eating disorders
Part One
