She always said her favorite color was blue, like her brightly shining eyes or a calm swimming pool on a sunny day. She was happy. Before, that is. Ecstatic and enamoured with everything.
But then one day she wasn't.
She didn't suddenly succumb. It was slow.
Seeping. Dripping. Trickling.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
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Genç Kurgutw: depression and suicidal thoughts as well as self harm behaviors a story about a girl who slowly loses herself
