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After My brother's death, colour returned but it wasn't the colour I wanted to see. It was dark, a dull suffocating gray that leached out whatever other colour existed. Family lost its colour, love, life as a whole lost its colour. I couldn't carry on like this, in this manner. Drowning on dry land. Crying with no real tears and that was when I had an epiphany. I'd like to think I'd always known I'd be the one to end it, I was brave like that.
