When will you put the bottle down.
When will you quit the job.
I don't remember you quite well.
It's all a blur.
Leaving at 4am and coming back at 10pm.
I at least thought that would mean you guys wouldn't argue.
But I was 𝙒𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜.
I am so sorry.
I am sorry I am not the child you wanted me to be.
I miss you guys a lot.
I just wish we could have what we had before.-𝓥
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