So Hasty

You know they ruled your death an overdose.  He shot you up in the breast.  You were breast feeding the baby. No signs of heroin in her.  No signs of heroin or any drugs in your apartment.  You had just taken a shower and had laid out your clothes for work to get dressed.  Your hair was still wet.  You had ligature marks around your neck.  You had been dead less than an hour.  They said it was lividity.  The medical examiner in Kentucky said that lividity doesn't set up that fast.  Why?  Why did they come to that conclusion, because he worked for the police department and was a confidential informant?  Could that perhaps be the reason?  You know it is....and my daughters murder gets no justice...what a travesty of justice!!  Her Mom  By the way she has a name Kymber Michelle Dye
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May 19, 2016 at 1:43 PM
Faith, fa--, creative and well done. Thank you for sharing. **SKAT**
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November 30, 2015 at 6:25 PM
sadly, this happens too much....I mean, corrupt politicians and crooked police and such....they think the badge gives them power over us....but my Faith Is In God so you can trust....that I wont trust them any further than I can throw....plus the car wreck weakened my arm so you already know....that I wont bow for them or anyone else....they are defined by their badge whereas I am defined by self....great write faith....sad but great still....;)
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