Welcome home, and remember what you're thankful for
My mom pulled the mattress down the stairs. Earlier tonight, her four dogs were all cuddling with her and she laughed she said "this is why I'll never need another man!" The house is a wreck, by the way. Trash everywhere, endless articles of junk piled on top of each other, the honest refuse of a healthy meth addiction. Empty coke cans, burned
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I remember that house and the cold.
I remember your babyhood bedroom and how tangled up and wrong things can seem, things can be.
You are way way more than the sum of your parts, let alone than the sum of your parents
...and I wish these words didn't come off so hollow. Maybe better straight from the tongue--call me?
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