I am.

I am the girl whose brother died from an over dose.
I am the one who is growing more and more distant every day.
I am the boy whose insurance wouldn't cover my rehabilitation because it was self-inflicted.
I am afraid that I'll have to be the one to see my father with a needle in his arm.
I am the girl who isn't going to cry at funerals because I think I may be next.
I am the boy who is picked on every day for having my best friend die at that party that got out of hand.
I am the person who your parents told you not to be like.
I am.
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