Cracking up inside - but the world doesn't know. He's not only skewed his own emotions with drugs, but mine too. I live a duplicitous life, saying I'm fine when I'm cracking up inside.
Three sons one crack addict. Three sons one lost.
Sixteen years of worry.
Wondering if he's evergoing to stop
Knowing he'll probably be in his coffin before he stops
Dreaming funerals
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