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Submitted to Contest #284
T.W. suicide/mental health/substance abuse topicsTuesday March 9th, 1987 The cramped classroom was suffocating. I glanced at the clock even though I knew the time hadn’t changed since I last looked. “Five more minutes,” I told myself, as if that made any difference. My home life was no better than school was. The worst part was that everyone knew; teachers always asked how I was doing, and peers threw me pitying glances in the halls. Of course they pitied me. My mother’s substance abuse made it very hard for her to take care of me, so ...
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