My mom always used to go out every night and left me in the house alone.
But i got used to it. My dad died a while back anyways. She had been leaving me for quite a few years when i perked up the courage to ask her where she went each night.
"I go out to Redrum." Is what she told me. I asked her what this 'Redrum' was and she said it was a drinking bar.
Thats what i believed for a while onward. She always came home a bit mental and grinning.
I mean who could blame her. She was out drinking, right?
The strange thing is.. my mom never came home smelling like a alcohol.
It was a bitter smell. She hates bitter wine.
Then one day, it hit me. If you spell Redrum backwards...
You all know what she went to do..
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So someone just told my writing stinks..
That really crushed my self-esteem. writing is my passion, right next to singing ofc. But i mean if you dont like it, dont read it. But damn, its Bogus? Cliche? Stolen ideas? Shitty? Sloppy?
It is what it is. 🙁 Its all about the eye of the beholder.
Might lay low for a couple hours.
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