Family Tradition

Family Tradition

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Don't cry over spilled wine. Poetry collections going through the journey of addiction and recovery and what goes on behind closed doors for the families going through it.

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Further poetry; that which I cannot preemptively describe.
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 || 𝟏𝟖+ ( 𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 )
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.
Days Like This
𝐎𝐮𝐫 '𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭' 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞.
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Processing
A collection of poetry across ages, moments, and confusion. Tw - read at own desire
My Brother's Dangerous Best Friend ✓
𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨.
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One Night
|| 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 ||
𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
This is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're reading this, I hope you find the strength to keep going- just like I had to.
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𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 | 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝
𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ♡
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Her Own Wings
Liz grew up in a house that looked picture perfect. A Mother, Father and younger sister. Looks are deceiving. Sir, her father, is an alcoholic and drug abuser. When he's sober, he's the greatest guy to be around. When drunk, he's someone to avoid. Liz learned at a young age it was better to be seen and not heard. When Sir got drunk, Liz stayed in her room and struggled to be quiet so she didn't draw attention to herself. She began using her imagination at a young age to self soothe. Liz had a full family, who were loving and supporting in her imaginary world. As she got older, her imaginary world changed. Gone were the fantastical beasts from her childhood, sand replaced with her imaginary perfect family, perfect boyfriend, perfect everything. When things got tough, Liz escaped reality. Now, as an adult, wife and mother, when tragedy strikes she finally needs to learn to live fully in the real world. Can she give up her perfect world?
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Further poetry; that which I cannot preemptively describe.

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