drug overdose
here I am, getting prepared to go hold the hand of my aunt at the funeral of her only child at the tender age of 29 he died of an overdose..
I dont hate the addict I hate the disease...
but I'm struggling I feel numb, I haven't cried I haven't done anything... I dont know how I'll take seeing his body, and it becoming real.
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