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Trigger Warning: suicide, drug use

It was just past three in the morning and I lay in bed under the covers quietly typing on my tablet. I was writing something very important. It was the last thing I planned to ever write. It was an e-mail to my father and it was a suicide note. I looked over at my sleeping roommate. A foreign student from India named Vivaan. He was nice enough, sometimes we talked, but we were never really friends. I did not have any friends, not anymore. I sighed softly to myself and looked over what I had written.cut text )

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