My Gangster Life.
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Last published Mon, Sep 10, 2012
Have you ever been truly alone? Not alone in a room, but so lonely and lost that no one understands you? Welcome to a small fraction of my life. My life revolves around drugs, alcohol, and sex. No, i dont find pleasure in any of these things. The more drugs my gang sells the happier they are, the less i get beat, the more sex they have, the less they rape me, the more alcohol they drink, the harder they hit me. My name is Treasure, and this is my story about what being a gang girl really means and how i broke out of the cycle
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