Sober
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Last published Thu, Jun 20, 2019
My mom always wanted to be to better than my dad. But Now I'm 17 and I'm sorry mom to disappoint you but your little boy is no longer little any more and I'm an alcoholic too.
"We're all just a bunch of addicts struggling with our drug of choice" -JMStorm
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