To whoever sits here, and takes the time to read my bitter sweet tragedy, I want you to know I wrote this with only the means of letting others who have gone through the same thing, know that none of this shit about life is linear. In my own sociopathic way, the fucked up bullshit made me well, idk you'll form that opinion as you read. This book is raw, there's no sugar coating. If you can't handle reading, SA, physical and mental abuse, drug abuse, gang banging, and self harm i recommend you not read this
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