We broke up last night. His father came to get him and took him back to London. I wish I was going home to my mom, too. I miss her right now and grieve for her. After I did it last night, I felt high - almost happy. Calm. In control. Eric Hawkins came over and sat with me, we smoked a joint and wound down
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