𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

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September 13, 2014

I haven't wrote in awhile my granny took my book and hid it but I found it now that's she's dead. Me and Syrai was sent to foster care until they got in touched with our uncles.

Im now 16 and I grew up I accepted change to this cruel, gruesome world.

It's nothing but false hope and fakes dreams floating ain't shit real about this world, we already living in hell.











Me and De'Kari aren't friends anymore after the incident that happened when we were 14, after that he stopped talking to me. It hurts a lot but I'm learning to get over it.. cause really he's my first love.












My mother always told me my mouth is going to write a check that my ass can't cash, and she right. I ended up getting jumped into a gang and not even a week later shot 5 times in my back layin in a hospital bed fighting for my life.

Syrai distanced herself from me after that. I don't blame her Im just a fucked up nuisance to society.












My uncles asked me to start moving weight for them and I agreed so I can look more tough in the gang but allat shit was a facade.












Bitches ain't shit
Niggas ain't real













signed a dreadful Synai

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