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What really hurts is the lack of justice, nothing is done

by lynda-kerby

but in the end even justice, as in a guilty conviction, incuding the answers as to what happened the day he died as well as knowing the whereabouts of his remains so that i may complete my last act of mothering and bury my son, doesnt bring a dead 17 yr old back to the life as we knew it before he was murdered so i look at that justice word and i chop it up real thin and mix it back up into a ball and flick in the faces of all those who harmed him or was apathetic towards my advocacy on his behalf.
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