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Mournful Childhood
I was just a little girl
Long brunette hair
Sage green eyes
Freckles overlaying my face
I get off of the bus
With the biggest smile on my face
A hand-drawn picture in my hands
Overly excited to show my mom
What I had crafted at school
I run up to the door of my
Big white house
Black trim covering the windows and doors
I open the door
Run up the stairs
Through the halls
Into my parent's room
My mom was lying there
In her bed
Cans of beer
Bottles of wine
Covering her nightstand
She was passed out
I knew exactly what happened
This wasn’t the first time
Tears start to fill my innocent eyes
As I ran to my room
I hated it
It happened
A lot
I had gotten used to it
Until one day
I got home from school
She was
Gone
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it was about my childhood and the relationship that I had lost because of her alcohol addiction.