At 200 Mph, You Have No Friends
I grew up at a very fast pace and I wasn't slowing down for
anybody.
As a child, I was tired of being told by the adults what I could
and couldn't do.
I was the child, yet they were having all the fun. I wanted to
have fun too, so I did what they did.
I was smoking cigarettes and having sex at eleven. Started
drinking and smoking weed at twelve.
I was a single mother at sixteen, married at seventeen and
wanting a divorce at eighteen. I buried my third child at twenty.
By this time in my life, being an adult didn't seem all that fun
anymore.
I am fortytwo now and can't erase none of the above. So if
you're reading this and still at a fairly young age...
Slow down. You're only a child for seventeen years and then
you will have the rest of your life to be an adult and do as you
please.
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