Not a good life
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Last published Wed, Jan 21, 2015
What's the point of living if you can't have you family and your love of your life.why be the real you when you can do what ever you want and get in trouble.why not die baca use ther is no point living any more when even on you love died.now let me introduce my self my name is jade I live in Florida and I 15 years old I have blue eyes and black hair with my tips died purple and I have a tattoo of a heart on hip with mine and my boyfriend that died that has the same tattoo I also cut and one day I might just die because and be with my boyfriend like I'm suppose to be and I also smoke some time I will do weed but not all of the time. I have also been to jail multiple times before for all sorts of things but this my life and every one is scared of me that knows me I also have no friends.
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