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Break away


They say crack is a drug

more like a curse.

mommy why did you use it? I know it made you feel good 

But they caused me hurt

i stayed up looking out my window

waiting for you to come home

you never did

so the pain I had

never healed

17 years later I'm still paying for the things you did

My biggest fear is ending up like you

Those words are never meant to sting 

more so be motivation for me

To break away from the statistic 

of being just another "junkies kid"

to take of control of my own story 

what happen in the beginning

will not determen my end.

 

 

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