It's dark. I feel the cold wind of the fan slap against my skin in an icy breeze: Earlier in the day my mother drank herself to insanity; which led to yelling. This is a horrible experience for my sister, brother, and I. Of course I was the only one to witness it beforehand. I woke myself up at noon and figured another boring day. I found her
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you rawk my world
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