Sting of depression

Like an addition, My dad was an alcoholic, Dad’s weapon unlike mom’s first husband was words, Like a wasp stinging was apart of him, No one knows when demension first appeared, Mom thought she was trapped, We all suffered, Me and mom mostly, moms courage fleed, So sixty years mom felt trapped, Then dad wentContinue reading “Sting of depression”

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