" A child of an stone cold Addict pt 4

Those inherited addictive behavors . We so desperately
yearn to hold onto . " Boo-hoo " cries the baby. Be-
coming the person you always knew. Perception is key.
Its the grand glue that emotionally imprisoned you.
" I'm so hungry . " Dare say, so early in the day. Her
desperate mistakes I currently pay. What a price in-
deed. knowing where time will lead. cursed with love,
and hope. While my mom's smoke dope.

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