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Thug cry

Thug cry

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I don't wanna give you the wrong impression,I DON'T show love and affection.I feel like the only person I can show love is my best bitch Honey(CoCo).It seems like she's the only person I can trust.My mother is a crack head slut and my workers supply her unfortunately. Ooh speaking of my workers,I am the queenpin.Yas I said QUEEN.My father basicly had a dynasty,but I was too young to even understand what was going on.So my uncle took over.When I was 16,he had gotten sick and then came the responsibility. Imagine how it is when a thug cries?
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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

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