In the beginning it was innocent.
Him and I were both just broken children trying to escape the memories of our societies failures.
Me, in the midst of a family falling apart to the sound of financial instability, and the generational beat playing on a cycle of abuse and alcoholism.
Him, still healing from the tragedy of being such a sick child.
Too many critical developmental years spent trying to find happiness in the halls of hospitals. A childhood haunted with the scent of industrial strength disinfectant.
Him and I were both just broken children trying to escape the memories of our societies failures.
Me, in the midst of a family falling apart to the sound of financial instability, and the generational beat playing on a cycle of abuse and alcoholism.
Him, still healing from the tragedy of being such a sick child.
Too many critical developmental years spent trying to find happiness in the halls of hospitals. A childhood haunted with the scent of industrial strength disinfectant.
Perhaps that is our greatest weekness, the human desire not to be alone. So I fell down the rabbit hole, following in my mothers footsteps, trying to find someone to love me because I could not love myself.
You always have to start with yourself. Always.
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