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Role Model?

By , Ely, NV
Deep long breaths cut short, promises mean nothing these days... I sat where I once stood; i'm tired of being strong. I listend to the yelling, the screaming, the crying. Why us?? Why my family?? What did we do?? As if our family wasn't broken enough already.
My room not far away from the tragedy forming down the hall. I let out a silent scream and the thick cold tears drench my face. The handcuffs around his wrists, how I wish I could take away his pain. Yeah, drugs can take over a life of innocence, a life not well lived, a life at all gone. Gone to the carelessness of a boy. A drug addict.





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