Preface: It fucking hurts

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My mom was never the traditional mom and she was very rarely the mom I wanted her to be. I'm not sure what mental illnesses she had and now that she passed I'm not sure I ever will know.
Her death happened without warning. She was young and there was no reason she should have died from an upper respiratory infection and pneumonia. But she was an addict and her drug of chose was heroine. I was told growing up she did pills, which made sense based off of her history. As a kid I didn't see it but maybe I didn't want to.

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