Drug addict Diary.

Drug addict Diary.

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This is the true story of my mother's life. I am finding it a struggle to write this. My heart aches for every chapter I write. But someones gotta know. Plus, I cant hold this in anymore. Her life starts going down hill after like 15 chapters or so. How will she handle it? Who will she look up to for help. Will she trust and be grateful for her parents or will she use them for money. Come on this journey with me and feel how I feel. Feel the pain, the sadness, the little happiness, and the thrill. Feel how she felt. Know what she knew. And see what she saw.
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╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《 Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?

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