The Note
Mad in America
JANUARY 24, 2025
b rooks couldnt bear to say it out loud. He was curled up in a ball in the corner of my king-size bed that was too big for my small room. He asked for a piece of paper to write me a note. After scribbling on it, he handed me the crumpled paper. Im having suicidal thoughts it read. Tears streamed down his face, and his eyes silently cried for help. Panic.
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