SplitA Poem by Joel Blaze Davila
So.
You know my parents. Being a parent is hard, my mom raised me by herself...at least...until i got to the 4th grade. My mom started using that f*****g monster when i was 9. When your an addict life loses it's importance. Before heroin, Life had a certain flow, everything fell in its place. After heroin, Life looses that certain Flow and you loose everything. All of it. Your house Your car Your kids, Yourself.
© 2012 Joel Blaze DavilaAuthor's Note
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Added on October 17, 2012 Last Updated on October 17, 2012 Tags: Poetry, Story, Book, Drug, Poetry book, E-book, E book, Life story. Author
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