They said-
.....
and tears poured from his eyes.
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Life was hard, too hard for (name).
They had supporting friends and a nice family, but when depression plants its seed, nothing will stop it from growing.
It has been growing since they were young, maybe around the age of 11.
When life should have only brought them happiness, but not every child has the luck of growing up nicely.
And they weren't in luck.
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At first, the seed was very noticeable.
Gradually it looked as if the seed had finally been removed.
And in the end it took their life.
Like the cold breeze sweeping away the shower heads.
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It was truly heart breaking, especially from their point of view.
They really tried, but with a disorder after the other and traumatic events around every corner made them weaken.
It looked as if they were getting stronger, but it was the opposite.
And poor (name), friends and family were by their side, yet it looked like they were watching from a thick glass.
Not truly getting the pain that broke loose in them.
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Every night, every day, every time of the day was the same story.
They didn't hide it and people noticed, only to ignore it.
Not taking care of themselves, not truly at least.
Not doing their chores dutifully like before.
And feeling like everything and everyone was just a weight, pulling them deeper in their own dismay.
They felt guilty, dirty and a true disappointment and yet, their body didn't listen to their mind.
And it all went bad.
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The skipped classes.
the skipped hangouts.
Not studying, but not having fun either.
A shell of themselves.
That no one truly understood and even if they did, they were beyond saving.
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When Harry found a way to talk to them, it was too late.
He got there too late.
They were dead.
A cold body with a peaceful smile.
Tears poured from his eyes.