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“When I was a kid, I used to watch that show, sitting on the couch in my pajamas and wishing more than anything that one day I'd just change into this other person. I thought that would explain everything. You know, about why I felt so different. Then I'd find out that my mother was really an alien or that I'd been bitten by a radioactive spider as a baby and it would all be okay because I'd be able to fly and see through walls.. But it never happened. I just went on being me my whole life, until one day I realized that all those superheroes were doing was fighting themselves, and that getting to breathe underwater or shoot fire from your fingers didn't really make up for being screwed up in the first place. It was just the consolation prize - you got the great costume and the invisible jet for being a loser in everything else.”

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Book:Suicide Notes
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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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