You Little Devil
her heart could not withstand
anymore pain from the life
of her son's daily usage
of drugs and alcohol
only sixteen and yet to blossom
mother had to make some
tough choices either check him
into a treatment facility by dawn
or simply call the morgue
while holding sons photograph
kneeling and crying at his casket
Tribute To Addictions
May God Give You Strength
To Fight That Demon
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