I am addicted to the reassurance I never had as a kid The security of a home, Something that was never guaranteed I am addicted to the freedom that was never targeted at me Now its arrow is aimed at Mom and I Something I thought I'd never see
But my mind My mind is in rehab for my drug, I call it Pain When danger was roaming free Pain stayed with me and I went insane Mom cried and my drug remained, the future was hard to see
Realisation dawned on me, like the sun chasing the night My cure was right in front of me My mother, my only light
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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