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Troubled
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 1, 2017
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I just want to be loved. Is that to much to ask? I just want someone to care for me when I don't have the energy to care for myself. Someone to hold me up when I feel like falling. Someone to provide for me when I can't provide for myself. Someone to cry for me when I have no tears to cry. More importantly I want someone to appreciate me. Appreciate. Just appreciate me for me and not for what I can offer. Appreciate all the things that I will do for you. Cook, clean, wash your clothes, help you through any obstacle that you may face. But niggas these days don't want a women like that. They want the bad bitches who stay on the shit. Who knows how to fuck and suck but don't care that the bitch burn water. They want that bad bitch who has a coke bottle figure and won't even care that her ass and tittites are both fake as fuck but....... . More importantly they want that bad bitch who has no baggage and that comes from a good home. And that's where I'm going to be Troubled. No nigga is going to want a girl like me with all my baggage. What can I say I'm a Troubled girl. But maybe just maybe there is a man out there for me, maybe two. *ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO ME.
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In life, we do things we regret, or that we wish we could wipe from our memory forever. At the age of 15, I didn't think I'd regret anything until I was an adult. I considered myself care free. I lived life one day at a time. Well, as much as a 15 year old can. But in life, there are also things that we can't change, that we can't forget. Circumstances change, events occur, and life as we know it is altered forever. For me, it was one night, that set in motion a series of events that I wouldn't be able to forget, even if I tried to. *************************** My life was spectacular, or cool, but I was content, and that's all that mattered. I wasn't overly popular, I wasn't the prettiest girl, and I didn't live in a mansion. I did have a great boyfriend, and amazing friends, and hell, I wasn't doing too bad in school either. But that all changed one night, as I was walking home at night. I witnessed a man murder someone he claimed was a snitch, something to do with a gang deal gone wrong. When I found my parents dead the next day in a serial killers wet dream, my naive self decided the best thing I could do, was run, giving up everything I loved. After 2 years, 3 dead members of the gang and a new school, I was found. When secrets are unraveled and with the FBI somehow involved, nothing is as it ever seemed.

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