Many kids know what it feels like to be able to live.
No fear, worries, or responsibilities in front of them.
From a young age, I was never one of those kids.
I grew up too fast.
Raising my brother from the young age of seven and a half to nine years old.
Fearing inviting anyone over for a sleepover,
because my mother was never sober.
The house was dirty and I didn't have time to take care of the baby and clean on top of attending school.
I was hanging by the last thread of patience that I had to give
But it took years for that thread to finally break.
That thread was all I had left in me yet I made it last for as long as I needed it to,
For I was in survival mode.
As surviving and living are two different things.
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