I finished it. It's published.
"When I was ten years old, my grandmother committed suicide via a closed garage and a Buick. The garage was attached to the house. Though the doors were closed, my grandfather, sleeping upstairs, was reached by the toxic fumes. They both slipped away quietly in the night..."
You can read it on yahoo! here.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Depression Article
at 11:13 AM
Labels: depression, pieces of me
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