Tina Gill Poems

12 and grown, on the streets alone raising a baby
on my own all because I left my home. My mom
couldn't think twice she chose needles over my life,
all because of her her stupid man I never got the
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11 trapped in a nightmare mom obsessed with
glassware protron, vodka, and pity things crowding
over my big dream, No happy family to home to wishing
dad would come home soon, cause all I have is endless
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