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“So that's it. That's the big secret. I tried to kill myself on New Year's eve. Just like Sadie did last night. Only she really did it. I don't know all the detatils, just the basics. She took a bunch of pills. I don't know what they were or where she got them. I'd like to think they were Wonder Drug. Then at least she could have gone thinking she was flying.”

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Suicide Notes

This book delves into the lives of individuals grappling with the profound impact of loss, offering a raw and honest portrayal of the emotional turmoil that can accompany the end of life. Through a series of interconnected stories, readers are invited to reflect on the fragility of human existence and the enduring power of memory. more

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Michael Thomas Ford
Michael Thomas Ford

Michael Thomas Ford, born on October 1, 1968, is an accomplished author. His works span various genres and are recognized for their unique perspective and profound insights. more

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