I’m sorry that I am an addict I want to quit but I can’t I feel like I am stuck and a black mass is wrapping itself around my ankles squeezing tighter and tighter. Then it slithers up my legs around my waist around my arms squeezing me like a boa constrictor restricting my breath I cannot breathe. I am bound by the misery of addiction early similar to my child hood and it won’t let me go.
I am sorry so sorry. I feel helpless like an infant in the arms of a mad man too small to know the danger it is in to week to do anything about it if it did. I want to blame this on my father but he did the best he could for me with a mother behind the metaphorical bars of a vodka bottle and his father actually in prison for stealing potatoes to feed his family. My father did the best he could for me.
I am sorry so sorry that I left you there to cry yourself to sleep. Saying your own prayers praying that daddy would just make it through. I am sorry so sorry my child that you have a junky for a daddy. I am not the man that I desire to be I’m sorry so so sorry please do not grow up to be like me.
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