Aglass of depression,
chilled with ice made
of addiction. Twenty
yearswasted loving
a liquid more then myself,
or family.
And it willstop
only when I do.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
Through My Father’s Eyes
Aglass of depression,
chilled with ice made
of addiction. Twenty
yearswasted loving
a liquid more then myself,
or family.
And it willstop
only when I do.
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