My father warned me about cocaine. He said that it was so easy to get addicted to and he told me that it would destroy me to the point that I wouldn't know who I am.
But he never warned about the mean boy with the kind words. He should've told me that it was easy to be manipulated by his touch and he should've told me not to get attached because one day he may leave me crying on the bathroom floor wondering who I am, and if I even want to continue to be.
- Drugs aren't always substances, sometimes they're someone's.
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Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write
PoezjaSomething I had to write in order to feel again.
