This story has a message to it, and I beg you to realise that. The message is that every person who commits suicide had a reason, had a family, had friends, had everything you did, but also the most terrible of things.
If there's anything I want to you take away from this story is to remember. Remember people, not for what they did, but for who they were. Don't mourn their passing, celebrate that they lived.
On a final note, to each and every suicidal person who reads this story, I've noticed you. You've added views, maybe voted or commented. You've placed a mark on my life that will never go away, and I'll never forget you, no matter who you are. Neither will every single life you've ever touched. You are perfect, scars and all, and I love you.
Stay strong x
-Ash
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A Girl
Short StoryA girl's life, from beautiful beginning to untimely end. "Where did all the happiness go?" *Author Note* This story has suggested eating disorders. I'm not placing a trigger warning, just cautioning you. Stay strong x -Ash Another note, five years...
