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16-year-old Summer learned at a young age that life was rough and unfair. Witnessing her mother sell her body for a living. Losing herself in fear and chaos. Will she come out on top as a new woman or sink in the depth of sex and drugs? A snippet: Life had picked me up and spit me out. Why was I born if I was only gonna be mistreated and hurt? Laying in this dark alley all I could do was wait for death to come and take away all my burdens. My body no longer hurt anymore. I was just another body laying out without a soul. The wetness on my face indicated that I was crying. I was out of my body staring from up above& nbsp; wondering where I went wrong. All I wanted was love and happiness but this cruel world snatched it away from me. Who could love a worthless hoe like me? Copyright 2014.All rights reserved
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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