For the mother who

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For the mother who never sees her daughter for who she is,

Blinded by a chemical not worth what she’s already lost.

To the sister who comes home mid-morning,

Forgetting where she was the whole night while the little one puts her to bed.

For the father, 
Who refuses to believe he has a disease that claims the lives of too many.

The young, old, in-between,
It affects us all.

This sin in a bottle drowns the love we share for humanity,
Takes away any compassion to band together and take a stand against this evil.

Live like a child,
Be innocent for as long as possible.

We spend too much time on this Earth,
To carry the weight of “it” on our shoulders. 

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