Suicide Letters
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MatureOngoing15m
Last published Mon, Nov 12, 2018
**This is a story, not actual suicide letters. VERY SENSITIVE SUBJECT**
*on hold*
Faye Alberts was counting down the days to die. As she counts down the days she begins to write letters to people. And as the letters count down, they get more intense. With the meeting of new people and talking with the old, can anyone truly save Faye Alberts?
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