Anna Harris
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The shopping mall seat.
Dear mother, the driving force behind my youth was finding freedom. The walls were too cold and the sound bouncing around defened me. Perhaps it was my persective on how I wanted the world to look. Maybe I was blind to what you were doing because my stubboness built a wall around me. To say the bigger piture was i had walked out of the nest too fast would be the best words. My wings had only grown and my knolage of how to use them was none. So on the ground i was stuck, defenless agaist the war i was now in. Yes, the drugs the drinking, the overall madness. Each day it got worse and each evening when I should have asked for help I did not, i was drinking it down and swallowing any oppertunity to speak up.
By Anna Harris2 years ago in Families