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May 2019
first is,
the ****** addict
Mother Olina, L./ RIP
your the only one i have to thank, and only for one reason: you brought me into this world, though not unscathed.
you tried to keep me but you were too sick to take care of me, as i grew up, i hated you. i'd heard about you from the traitors and what i'd heard was not good. they said you were a bad person, a *****, a drug addict. the traitors said you didnt want me, that you were too busy getting your fix to be my mom.
Written by
Angela D Whitmire  17/Agender/illinois
(17/Agender/illinois)   
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