"I am asking for prayers. I saw my son today. He was so high. He was so high in the back seat and just started crying. I asked him why and he said because hes a piece of shit. I dont kniw if he was crying cuz my marriage is failing and i was crying because i dont have a pot to piss in and didnt know where i was going to go, or what. When he hugged me i got so scared it might be the last time. I dont know what to do. I keep praying but i feel so broken and afraid."
I took the liberty of borrowing this from a woman who posted it on a heroin addict page.
Brunswick
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