Stressed Love
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MatureOngoing11m
Last published Fri, Jan 8, 2016
My name is Lyric I was a foster child when I was a 3 then adopted when I was 12 into a really wealthy family who can't have kids of our own So They
Have Me Now And I'm Their Only Child And Life's Been Great With Them I Get Whatever I Want I'm Very Spoiled And I Love Them So Much there The Best My Moms Name Karen And My Dads Name Is James My mom is a House wife and My Father Ia an is About to be retired drug lord at least That's what He's Says I'm not so sure But I'm 17 Now And In About 3 weeks so Trun Up Imma Be 18 Bitchh anyways for Any Questions Hit Me Up You Guys
I'm Not Good At Explaining So Just Give It And Try..
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