What's A Good Life?

What's A Good Life?

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I never really knew what's a good life. You see, my mom is a drug tealer and alcoholist. And my dad....he were never really around. I was 7 when i had to get food for myself, so i wont die in hunger plus i had to take care of my own mom. I was 15 when i was homeless, but that's something i'll tell you later. The thing is.. I still loved my mom. Sure she was high 24/7, and spent all our money to drugs, and i would starve...but i..never even had a thought that i hated her. I loved her. I never had what people say "good life" i don't even know what it is, but i hope that one day, i have good life too. I never loose hope. Maybe..just maybe life my is gonna change. And i won't have any problems. Or..does it? Can you really change your life? Who knows...
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