Mommy is always in the kitchen
Always has some pills
She sayed it was to help her focus
So she doesn't worry
But sissy knows
Brother knows
But I don't know
Police come again
And I find out the hard way that those army pills
Those are not for worries
Those are for her to go some where happy
So she isn't here
Police find more pills in the cabinets
And in our cereal
Police take us
And we never saw mommy again
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Randomthis is how i have seen most of my life my fears. what I am afraid might happen to the rest of my family. NOTICE: this is depressing stuff if you don't want to be sad or whatever Don`t read
