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Sunday
I’ll never forget the day I decided to kill myself. It started normally enough, me waking up to a lack of plans for the near and distant future, stepping into ...
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Bus Stop
It was a fairly standard Tuesday evening. School had been uneventful and easy to get through, I had finished all my homework in class, and I was blissfully freed up ...
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Sunday 2
The fanblades on the ceiling spun, but did little to cool the air. Thick, sticky moisture hung about the room, clinging to the walls, the furniture. As the room perspired, ...
