it was christmas day, three years ago, the phone rang, my dad answered, who is calling? he asked. the fear on his face told me it was her thanks for ruining my christmas, she screamed..i'm here all alone.... that's not my fault, you wanted it that way... i replied, my voice uneven, almost breaking. fuck you, asshole, was all i got back.... i knew this was it, the final plea, begging for me to come running back, as i'd done so many times before i told her i was getting help maybe she should too... silence was her response..... i hung up the phone...... i haven't heard from her since.... she's still out there, still selling herself for the monkey... a needle, a spoon and a bag of dreams....Birth sign: Libra
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