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Jul 2015
Dear Mom,
even when i come home smelling like cigarettes with bloodshot eyes, or diliated pupils, i love you, and none of it is your fault
Written by
Andrea
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   Bianca Reyes, Tapiwa Individualist, ---, PoetryJournal, GaryFairy and 2 others
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