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This is a sad story...
We loved Adrienne...
Or at least I did...


Submitted:Jan 10, 2007    Reads: 149    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   


July 7, 1977:

I am born.

Green eyes.

Pink.

Sunflowers.

Eight years old:

I love to dance.

Best at my recital.

Sunflowers.

Eleven years old:

First glimpse of New Kids on the Block.

My favorite band.

Sunflowers.

Seventeen years old:

Taylor.

First and fussiest.

Sunflowers.

Nineteen years old:

Toni.

Sweet.

Beautiful.

Sunflowers.

Twenty one years old:

Tiana.

Big Hair.

Sunflowers.

Twenty two years old:

Savion.

Cutest little boy ever.

Mentally challenged.

Sunflowers.

Twenty six years old:

Trinity.

Don't know who the father is.

Got my tubes tied.

Sunflowers.

Twenty seven years old:

Taylor's father throws computer monitor at my head.

My kids are taken away.

Foster care.

I miss them so much.

Sunflowers.

August 2, 2006:

3 a.m.

Found by Toni.

Fetal Position.

5 a.m.

I am dead.

I had a drug overdose.

Sunflowers.

She was beautiful. She made mistakes. There are five children. Clutching sunflowers. Looking for their mother in the stars.





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