Boy, boy, boy how did it ever come to this me and Jamal got a thing going on well in the past. I use to try to cheer myself up by saying to myself that i wasn't the only one who committed insest, a lot of people done it before so maybe just maybe I'm not all that bad neither wrong the fuck with a capital W i was wrong in the mind and in the brain i knew he was my cousin and so did he i actually blame him more than i blmae myself. Why you may ask? Because he was way into this fucked up shit more than i was so he is about as wrong as me and if i would have never put an end to our dispute he would probably still want to continue this nasty insest, but who am i to judge him when it was me too let's not forget i judge it at some point in time but that was when the whole idea of this was fresh. I can just tell god is probably watching me like wow you should be ashamed of yourself having sexual encounters with your blood line that runs through family. I use to think me and Jamal were mean't to be together you see how fucked up i was and still lucid to the point were I thought Jamal was my everything and we were to spend our life together are you crazy Ari? "That's your cousin why you being so nasty with your nasty ass", that's what i use to tell myself all the time whenever i thought about Jamal. I wonder what my mom would think of me if i were to ever tell her this situation which most likely everybody will know all about on social media because my mom likes to tell the whole world shit that's suppose to be personal family business, besides whooping my ass she would most likely be upset with me and even cry i don't blame her she raised an isest child.
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Crossing Family Boundaries.
Chick-LitThis story is based on true events. It's about this 16 year old girl named Ari who thinks the world is against her and how she thinks love will not find her, but little did she know the love she was looking for was hidden deep in a soul of a family...
