History…

One final note:

I didn’t drink until I graduated from 8th grade. That night actually. At my ‘graduation’ party. In the rectory basement…

I needed it by then. Otherwise I would have killed myself. Like Rose tried. My friend Rose, I hope you made it out alive. I think about you sometimes. All that pain. I get it pal.

I knew 2 Roses. One so sweet and true she would make you blush. The other a leech. A real evil witch. Both brought forth tenderness. How can this be?

Grace

My friend

That is all

My Truth

Is both

So ugly it’s hard to look at

Yet

Beautiful

Beyond

Compare…

Truth be told

Church broke me

Christ saves me

God loves me

Mary watches over me

Why?

I ask Her to~

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