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“God moves, in the lives of children who desperately need a refuge, a father, a comforter, a friend, a savior.” Fostering Hope
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“Getting lost in His story, you see, is all about bending to Him moment by moment.” Get Lost
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He’s dying.
Look at him. Look what he has become. Doesn’t anyone love him enough to be honest about this transformation of death. He twitches. He nods off. He ages drastically in 6 years. Who is he? What has control over him. Narcotics have surely dug his grave. He has stopped caring for his offspring. Nothing more necessary than the next hit, these days. The more consumed he becomes, the less his family sees. He’s dying. Right in front of our eyes. Doesn’t anyone see him? Does anyone care? It’s like he’s given up. He longer loves himself. He’s let go of the fight and laid down with the devil. I pray for him. I cry for him. I scream out the truths his family ignores. Please God! Don’t let my son’s dad lose his life to this drug. Heroin! You evil bastard! Release your grip today! Methamphetamines! You life snuffing piece of shit! Leave our loved ones alone! Destruction and demise your cursed outcome of shame and downspiral. Fuck you man-made pharmaceuticals and fuck you big pharm! Your pockets get fatter while our families waste away! Do something scientist and doctors besides pushing your agendas. Piss off you natural methods of coping bashers; only rworried about the next $50 steaks they shall consume at price of a junkies life. Society, stop creating crutches. Help develop functioning members of society who feel safe in being honest about who they are and comfortable enough to seek the help they need. He’s dying. Right in front of our son! Please God. Don’t allow his legacy be filled with track marks and open sores with puss and blood. Rest easy lost souls. Please make the right choice. No one can say we haven’t tried. #FuckAddiction #AddictsLivesMatter #SomeOnesBaby
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