The Rose That Grew From The Concrete
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Last published Sat, Oct 27, 2018
Growing up in a bad neighborhood is tough and some say hard to get out of. The people who do make it forget the people who helped build the way for them to achieve there goal and dreams. Every since I was a child my mother always told me never forget where you come from, or from where you started. Alot of people doubted me and at times I had no one but god to talk to. As always they will say " Long live the ROSE that grew from the concrete when no one else cared."
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