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It was too late. I thought as I watched her fall from the roof.

It is clear that to live is the rarest thing in the world, most people exist, that is all but for her, it felt
more sort of surviving everyday. It was not soon before she realized crying herself to sleep had become

one of her sleeping routines and not wanting to wake up in the following morning became her wish.

Skipping a meal and chewing on a gum was her favorite thing to accomplish. Fully covered up in hot

weather to be so-called comfortable was the first thing she would do.

To start with, she was just a little girl who would care less about her looks, her attitude, and people's

opinion on her but since she became more aware of her surroundings through social media and all the

toxic beauty standards, it started to destroy her day by day. People's judgingly glare was growing more
stronger that made her fear it to the point where she would hide herself from her own. The mirror had

become her enemy that she would always want it to disappear. When she developed an eating disorder,

nobody once asked if she was okay. Instead, people would congratulate her for getting healthier, and tell
her that she was an inspiration.

How can she not fall in love with her illness?

Nobody cared, and no one even noticed. Even her half-divorced parents who have no longer feelings about

each other but only stay together to seemingly support her daughter had no idea. When she started living

in her room, distancing herself from the outside world and skipping school, she knew that it was over for
her teenage ambition.

Her real friends, or she believed, made it worse by making her feel she was left out and acting as if

nothing was going on. Nobody but her, considered she needed help but never took action. Though, not even
having second thoughts, it was already decided that she did not want to be saved by a time she ended it

all. And for the last time, I wished I could start over.

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