A Addict 


How do I as his Mother say “Your an addict. ” Have I not begged, pleaded and cried enough? Why does the words I say mean nothing?     Can he not see the pain in my face when I tell him I can not bury him.

He was born with charisma that you could not get enough of. A laugh that would leave you with a sore belly from all the laughter and looks that have made many girls run into poles, tables or they would get tounge tied trying to take his order .  His talent can take him anywhere he wants to go and he could make as much money as he was willing to work at to get.   But he has decided to choose a drug whose name should be Satan as well as Meth.

He has been in rehab, jail , weekend jail, lived in…

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