Natalie Sousa

Ok, let's face it. I’ve fucked up. I've fucked up really bad and now I have to face the truth. This is not going to disappear, this is reality. What is my mum going to say? She is not going to say anything, she will just kill me. So, I should enjoy this last cigarette… this calm moment before the storm comes. I bet I won't have the next cigarette for a very long time, it is not healthy for the baby they said. Shit, I have no idea what I will do, I am just sixteen…

Seed by Natalie Sousa. Image by Davide Sorrenti.

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