How would it be to be born with an addiction that you had no control or power over what so ever? Like a moth with the uncontrollable urge to fly directly into the fire, instead of sitting near it to enjoy the warmth as it is cast off. How to would it be to grow to adulthood knowing one day you may simply go too near to a fire and then become it’s next victim, even knowing what the addiction is, ahead of time, and the various triggers that may cause it to overtake you is not any type of guarantee that you can beat it, in that you may be satisfied to know that one day, you will simply lose…

 

Baby’s born to addicted mothers too thoughtless to clean themselves up when they know they are pregnant, bestow such a curse on their offspring. The child grows up knowing, that regardless of what they do, how hard they try, or what type of person they eventually become, this hereditary demon may take their life one day, a devastating curse to live with…

Thanks Mommy

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