From Innocence to Tragedy
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  • Reads 1,245
  • Votes 22
  • Parts 18
  • Time 44m
Ongoing, First published Dec 03, 2013
This is me. A depressed teen who is battling her secret mental illness including the addiction of self-harm that followed with it. I was 10 when it started. I was too young to be introduced to this cruel world. My life is filled with many ups and downs. If you want to learn about my past, read if you dare... Because you might never see me the same ever again.
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The Death Of Me

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A girl has her problems, no matter what happens. There will always be a biological problem with a girl, even if she denies the problem’s existence. She will have your days whenever she is down. Her problems... killing her soul little by little. But she doesn’t always want the death to be apart of her. As she fights her depression, the numbers of scars rising and the blood being lost, Ever-Grace finds herself losing herself. With the departure of her friends companionship and her boyfriend’s love, will she ever be the same ever again? Will she ever be in love with herself like she used to be? With sanity ever be apart of her everyday life like it used to be? Will it come so easily like it once was...? Will anything ever be the same like it used to be or will it ever not? There are so many questions to be answered but nothing that the tendency of being answered. As time passes by with all the stupid emotion, she loses herself. She loses the love for herself that might never return. Or will it? Nothing is guaranteed. Not even the death of me.