October 5, 2017
Hello Mr. Trump,
I am tired. I am exhausted. I am overwhelmed. I am in a world full of chaos and I see no options. Pain, hopelessness, hurricanes, Las Vegas, ambush, childish tweets,emanate war, and watching my brother die a slow and painful death because his insurance denied the very tests we need to help him.
I am not even angry any more. I have run out of hope. I am numb. What's the point? Everyday I write. Everyday I go to work. Every day I try, but why?
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