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Jan 2016
I am

the drunken epitome of my mother.

I am

the anger that resides in my father.

I am

the fear in my sisters eyes.

I am

tearing us apart.
Negative Creep
Written by
Negative Creep  Woonsocket
(Woonsocket)   
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