Hard times

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11:00pm
I walked past the dope dealers, crackheads, and prostitutes standing by apartment complex it was to the point where I wasn't even afraid to die in fact at this point in my life I felt I wanted to just to get away from all my troubles at home. All I ever wanted was peace
"hey babyyyyy I can make you feel special" my thoughts were interrupted
By a older lady who's eyes was redder than Satan himself she was clearly too high  to realize what what she was doing so I kept walking...
"well fuck you too then bitch" she said as I finally made it upstairs to my apartment number 228 I opened my apartment with my key
"ma!" I yelled "ma!" I yelled this time knocking on her  bedroom door
"ya cigrates on the table " I opened the door and sighed she had tooted herself up with needles again and fell asleep I picked her up and placed her in her bed. After i was done I began Cleaning up her mess I stared at her with tears rolling down my eyes thinking about how I wanted my old mommy back.. I miss her I miss her laugh I miss her smile.. i looked at the clock on her dresser it's now 11:30 leaving me  enough time for me to eat dinner &  prepare for the tragedy that happens with my step dad every night @12:00 I got use to this..

finally I checked my  phone seeing a text from a new number "you never answered my question " I knew it was Daniel ugh I simply replied..

Daniel's pov
I got a text from Destiny "goodnight Daniel ❤🍃"  I sighed thinking to myself why won't she tell me wassup

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