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	  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 13:10:39 -0700</pubDate>
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	  <title><![CDATA[When Is It Ok To Morn The Undead?]]></title>
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<p><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">Have I lost all hope?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Will the next call be &ndash; Hi Mom, I&rsquo;m ok; or May I speak to the mother of ..., we are so sorry to inform you that your daughter (or your son) was murdered (or found left to die somewhere and didn&rsquo;t make it out alive).</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Times New Roman;">Today, am I afraid of what might or might not happen to them?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>Their precious lives I once bore as God&rsquo;s wonderful gifts of life to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>As their mother, stress and anguish is all I bear now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>It seems there isn&rsquo;t one night that goes by that I don&rsquo;t toss and turn over thoughts that she might be raped and left for dead or he might me shot and left to die alone.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Lives shattered by drugs and alcohol and other life-controlling problems have taken up my daily thoughts now to the point that has consumed me and the only out for me is to morn them, even though, in my heart I know they are not dead, but lost. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;[</span>I hope]<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span></span></span></p>
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