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My mother and I both abused drugs long before my prefrontal was developed so lets just say I had no choice. I DID, but where I’m at now, well this was never my intention, nor was it hers, I’m sure. But I’m happy to be sitting on my aunt’s bed writing to you about how “too far” was never met. Thank God. Thank God my only true casualty is myself. I have no death counts committed all by me lowly-self. I’ve watched people die but they knew what poison they were taking the same as I. But I still can’t cry. No because I can’t cry if I can’t love and I don’t love. So let me use you To be a shoulder to cry on. My momma used to listen but too much addiction came between us and I need someone to listen. All i need is someone to cry on.
