Through the Frosted Glass and Confusion Anonymous
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contains graphic wording
Went to Rotto with my mum and a family friend of ours
I remember going on a holiday.
I remember getting my first job and having to pay the power bill, or our energy would be shut off
We camped because we didn’t have enough money for the houses
Finishing by 9:30
Rented bikes and shitty food kept us happy
I remember the late nights Home by 10:00 Asleep by 11:00
The only other time we went away was to Sydney Mum couldn’t get out of bed for a couple days But we made our own fun I remember going back home to our Homeswest house in Gosnells I remember the cobwebs in the corners I remember the sirens I ignore them now My girlfriend says it’s a problem But I say it’s just me I lived in Homeswest places almost all my life. I remember taking whatever scraps we were given and cobbling together a home 36
Awake by 6:00 At school by 8:30 I remember being exhausted I remember feeling like every breath was an effort I remember fighting My heritage? My dad died when I was fourteen, and all I thought about was if we were still going to the cinema that day My mum was a struggling addict who tried as she might to keep my world together like a perpetual explosion, she never could stop all the shrapnel
