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Dec 2017
We,
who watched them,
down bottle after bottle.

We,
who are afraid to look
at a mirror, simply because
we’re scared to see
the alcoholic who raised us.

To all of us who don't look,
knowing we'll only
​see our predecessors -
those who couldn't stay sober
enough to raise us -
instead of seeing change.
Charlotte
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Charlotte  20/F/Australia
(20/F/Australia)   
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     Dimitrios Sarris, --- and Nylee
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