Lost Contact

The clock ticks down. In less than two days, all communication with my children will be lost forever.

My mind races with unanswered questions. Why have my children been kept from me? Why am I being accused of these heinous crimes? The accusations are endless, ranging from domestic violence to drug abuse. I have been to court seventeen times, facing these accusations without legal representation. I have been thrown in jail for ten days, with no evidence to justify the imprisonment.

For three long years, my children have been living with their mother, with only minimal contact with me. I have continued to make my monthly payments, hoping for a chance to have a say in their upbringing. But all my efforts have been in vain.

The truth is shrouded in darkness. I am lost and confused, not knowing what to believe. Was this all part of some twisted plan? Why has this happened to me?

But one thing is certain. I will never give up. I will keep fighting, keep searching for answers. The truth will be revealed, and I will be reunited with my children. I will not rest until justice is served.

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Broken Promises: A Father's Agony

All night long, I stayed by her bedside, holding her hand. As dawn broke, our daughter came into this world. The moment I cradled her in my arms, I was smitten, head over heels in love. And I vowed, right then and there, that I would always be there for her, come what may. But fate had other plans, and someone else broke that promise for me. My little girl was taken away, and I was powerless to stop it.

Now, day in and day out, I carry an unspeakable pain, a weight on my heart that never lifts. I catch only brief glimpses of my children, if at all, exchanging nothing more than holiday greetings. They're out there somewhere, living their lives, but I have no idea where, with whom, or how they're doing. I can't reach out to them, can't whisper in their ears that I love them. It's an agony that never lets up.

Happy Mother's Day.

The Script - Breakeven

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even

Her best days were some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even... even... no

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even... no

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even)

Oh, you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains, ooh
'Cause you left me with no love and honour to my name.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break...
No, it don't break
No, it don't break even, no

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?
(Oh glad you're okay now)
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
(Oh I'm falling, falling)
I'm falling to pieces,
(One still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even)

Oh, it don't break even no
Oh, it don't break even no
Oh, it don't break even no

Stop Abuse Against Men

James Morrison - Broken Strings ft. Nelly Furtado

Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything

When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real

Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real

Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again

Oleka: The Awareness of How Few Days Are Memorable

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