And she looked through her window, seeing blue, yellow and maybe mixed up together to create the perfect sunrise, the sunrise that will determine her day. She looked at her window and knew nothing would be the tame anymore; not because she was now alone, but because she finally understood that depression would never leave. It will always be here, hiding in some corner of herself, letting her believe she could be happy, just to reappear at a random time, just to make her remember that her life wouldn't be like everyone else. Just to make her remember that her deep sadness will always be hiding just to reappear, just to give her fake hopes until one day she can't take it anymore.
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Short StoryThose stories don't really have a link between each other. Those stories often don't have beginning nor ends. These are just things that I wrote a long time before. Those stories often talks about sad stuff like depression, heartbreak, drugs etc.. T...
