Open Letter to My Brothers Drug Dealer. 

Old Soul's Diary

As much as I don’t want to, I find myself wondering about you from time to time.Are you someones brother, uncle, mother or lover?

You’re obviously the child to two parents but did they hold you, show love and leave footprints to walk through?

Surely that’s not the case because then you’d know how ruined they’d be if they ever lost you. You could never consciously assist someones child in suicide, right?

But maybe you’re like me, knowing the aftermath too well way too soon.

Did grief ruin you?

Rot away part of your heart, or brain, because it’s a comman misconception that all addicts are emotionless.

My brother certainly wasn’t but you surely knew that.

Or maybe you never took the time to see the true him because that would just complicate your entire mission.

Well, if you had taken that chance you’d understand that I’m the inspiration for…

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