My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Relapsing
I'm ignorant to the drug she does. I haven't heard one word from her in over 2 weeks Gavin's mom. Two nights before she left she sat on the couch and nodded out after she drank one beer and I was too stupid to even know. I tried to get her to go to bed I took a picture of her and then I was showing it to her telling her look at you I'm going to post this picture of you if you don't get up and go to bed. I never considered I thought she was just tired from work I drew a mustache on her face and took a selfie with her. Two days later I get a text message saying I'm going to have to get Gavin off the school bus she's gone.
Sad thing is this is the third time I don't know why I take her back.
I'm going to need some World intervention.
Last time we went one whole year without even a phone call from her.
I'm going to need some World intervention not to let her back in! three-strikes-youre-out-if-it-bleeds-it.html?m=1 herion.html?m=1
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