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Drinking was part of my past,
growing went way to fast.
For no parents I had,
cause they were both at the bar.
This time they had went to far.
The pain I feel is just to real,
drunk parents was not part of the deal.

My parents divorced when I was ten,
drinking started way back then.
I become the parent of my sister and brother,
to get attention I got in trouble.
All the drunk parents made me want to die,
all I did at night was cry.

I hate to watch people get drunk to this day,
I promised myself my children would never see me this way.
I still feel that loneliness and pain to this day,
my parents don't care they still get drunk to this day.
My children have no grandparent's it hurts me to say,
but they went parents to me anyway.

I grew up way to fast
with hurt and pain in my heart.
I hate the way my parents made me feel,
they took away my childhood and that wasn't part of the deal.

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