One Way Street

One Way Street

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My mother died before I could walk and my father abandoned us before I was born. Me and my older brother Smith were all alone in the rundown and often-forgotten suburbs, if you could even call it that, of North Little Rock, Arkansas. My brother was a legit gangbanger of the ever-so-popular 7th Avenue gang. He has inked himself with all kinds of markings to show what heinous crimes he's committed. I was not as fortunate as he was to be born with the "wolf pack mentality", but I'm still accepted among the wolves because of my brother. I know that there's a brighter future on the outside for me and I'm determined to achieve my dreams of escaping this place.
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This is a bio about me and what I went through as a child. You see I was abused not just by both parents but my whole family. I know you guys probably heard about all of this before but I want to write this. It will help me forget about my past and let me move on. I was suicidal and I wanted to give up but I didn't. So this is a story of what happened before Ways To Stop Bullying and after it. Journey with me when you see the hell I went through and how I made it out to be the person I am today. To be honest this is something that scares me more than anything in the world by writing this. But I want to and need to. To be warned it will get ugly and it might not look that bad to most people who probably had it worse than me. But this isn't why I'm writing this to get sympathy I'm writing this so I can finally move on and say. I done this I lived through it. I doubt anyone would read this and if they do I doubt many will but I don't care I'm writing this for me and if it helps others? I'm glad so I don't know what else to say so this is all.

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