My beautiful 24 year old daughter died last mother’s day from oxycodon poisoning. I have gone through sheer hell trying to reconcile this in my mind, heart and soul. She was a very caring girl, with a bubbly personality, and a heart of gold. Luckily for me, I believe that she is in a beautiful place, and I will see her again someday. But, I also believe that she died too young, and that evil drug dealers are out there preying on our children. Where is the stopping point?
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