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jamielynn
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That is how I would describe my mood over my only son ###. This is what I would say to him if I could and if he could hear me. ###, your sisters, your family, and your old friends miss you so so much. You're not at our parties or on the other end of the phone, and it has made our lives less fulfilling; something always missing. In the back of our minds, we are worried that you have a cold or that you got into another drinking fight or that some desperate drug person panicked with a gun in his hand, but nobody says anything out loud. Nobody wants to make it worse or start a fight as we all blame each other for your chosen way of life. I think maybe that's what you're doing, ###, looking for answers as to how it got so bad for you and so fast. However, I don't believe the blame game is the answer, not this time anyway. Genetics is part of your problems, son, but that is not enough to cause this destruction. Young people should not do street drugs; I'm sorry, but that's just the truth. You don't really know what's in the street drugs you bought or how much or often it should be taken. Last year, when your girlfriend was on life support for days because of a dirty needle, 22 years old, almost amputated her arm now scared for life, you vowed to get her away from the streets of downtown and provide her a safe home. Well, you see, son, her desire to continue getting drugs was stronger than you because it is a killer that doesn't go away; it's on you every second day after day till it wears you out. The best have fallen prey to that home wrecking, people killing, brainwashing trickster. Bail out, son. PLEASE SAVE YOURSELF. I love and respect your efforts. Come home to get healthy and stay safe, your mom.
