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Ongoing, First published Nov 27, 2018
Mature
Ever think back to your childhood days, remembering the nostalgia of growing up? Smiling, instantly remembering how great your adolescent years were and wishing you could return to the simpler times?  
Well not me. 
I didn't have that kind of childhood, however I'm extremely grateful for  what I did have.
Do you or know somebody that has an addict in the family, or is a friend of an addict?
Well, that's me.
My parents raised my little brother and I while struggling with their addiction to heroin and cocaine. 
This is my story.  

**Mature scenes, strong language, drugs and abuse**
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