Never Fall For A Thug

Never Fall For A Thug

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BIO: Hey my name is takesha but my friends call me kesha because I don't like my real name but I have a best friend her name is nene we been friends since we was 3 she is like my second sister anyways I have a sister her it's redd cause she is lighter than me I'm 18 going on 19 December 25th yes I'm a Christmas baby my parents died when I was 12 in a really bad car crash in they 2008BMW they left everything to me n my sister we shared a huge house now all the money I once fell inlove with this boy named Anthony but they call him fatman I hate him bitter he made my life a living hell but I still keep contact with him if he need anything Im here but I just met this boy name Romonte but they call him tezzy but yeah he a thug and he red with alot of tattoos and golds he drive a challanger and has a condo on drive a Bentley or a Benz my sister drive a camero my parents was very wealthy my mom was a lawyer and nurse my dad was a brain now plastic surgery
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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