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691 days ago, my babies were taken from the only family they ever knew. No abuse. No neglect. No findings of unfitness. Just lies, retaliation, and a court that never was going to treat my family fairly. An injury that we couldn’t explain, which overshadowed an entire life of goodness. For two years, I’ve been
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This one is about my house, I suppose. It’s been on my mind lately while I muster up the bare minimum energy to take care of it, because it is very tenuously the only thing I have left. I’m not so much worried about the interior anymore. It’s mostly a ghost town. Half of the rooms
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This one is about Mike. He’s my adopted “brother” and was instrumental in hurting my children and ultimately leading me to this, where I am and where I exist now, waiting for death. When I was a teenager I met Mike, although I am sure that he knew me before that. (I blocked out most
Justice for R and F 