We are not our parents

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Why did it take so long?
To form this bond
How come contact was so limited
I hate that you had to see her like that
Twelve years between meetings

"It's nice to see that she didn't always look messed up."

You are right
How would you have known?
The only version you ever witnessed
Grey and sickly
Life draining with every needle
Anger with herself masked
All emotional connection
Destroyed for quite sometime

She sunk slowly
Her fury and lies all-consuming
On her way out her finger tips
Wrapped tightly around your heart
It's no wonder you returned for more

I will never blame you
Never turn away
I know you are more than your addictions

"We are not our parents!"

Every time we talk, I tell you this
Believe it!
If I have emerged from the filth
Surely, you can too

I love you

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