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Continúa, Has publicado jun 28, 2015
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I was born into an abusive house old.  My mom was a crack head who sold her body for crack and my dad was a drug dealer who also was a drug addict. Unlike others, I've never experienced a real family. I was born into this. After my mom died from overdose and my dad left me in a broke down house at 12 years old. I was independent and alone until I turned 14. The only way that I could've possibly get money was to sell just like my dad. I sold everything from crack, to weed and even heroin. I guess you can say, I was the go to person for the best drugs until I got caught. I spent 2 months in jail and then I was put into foster care. I moved from home , to home because no one ever could handle my attitude and my ambition.  I'm moving to a new home. I've heard they were  called the Bieber family. They are too nice for my liking, I'll be out of there soon. Let's say they won't want me after a week.
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Hi! I'm Dokgo Blue. I know that's not the most Korean name but it's what my mother named me. She wasn't Korean, she was actually American and met my father on her business trip to Korea. If you didn't notice, I said 'she was'. Well, fun fact, she isn't with us anymore. She died in a car crash. This lead to my two older brothers taking all of the money off of my father, taking the house and leaving us in a small apartment in Daegu. The place I was born. At the start of secondary school I skipped classes a lot. By a lot I mean I was there, at the most, twice a week. My father knew about this since whenever I was skipping school I would come straight home to my piano. Honestly I learnt more from him than I ever would actually being at school. Now I was never a shy kid at all, I mean sometimes I can be when it comes to big groups of people, this was because I loved making people laugh. If I could make someone laugh or help them, I felt purposeful. A few weeks ago, we got kicked out of our 3rd apartment. Now this new one we live in, it has two rooms. Kitchen, Bathroom. However, when a poster was thrown at me by the kids at school I grabbed my money and ran to the train station. One return ticket from Daegu to Seoul. I didn't tell my father because I knew he would say, "Oh no sweetie your too young! They wouldn't want a 14 year old in a girl or mixed group." I wanted to take this chance. I'm the girl from the rough streets of Daegu and this is my life now. Peace ✌🏻 {{DISCLAIMER}} This is as Taehyung/V x Reader ;) If you are fine with all of this then read ahead.
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*PUBLISHED as 'Tired of Being Tired, Sick of Being Sad' by Azia To *now on amazon* This is the book I wish I had when I was 12, 13, 14 and growing up until I was 20. It's the stuff I wish I told my high school self. *** This is how I feel - these are my thoughts. They're funny. They're a bit weird. They're extremely honest. And I will not be apologetic about any of this (Sorry - I'm not trying to give Canadians a bad rep here but...). All these short essays are raw and mean a lot to me. This is me handing you a key to my home, and for you to explore the parts that I have built and things that I have picked up along my journeys. You may find that my home may look a lot like yours. It's funny how we find parts of ourselves in the people we meet. Make yourself comfortable. Have a seat. Welcome. *** A collection of funny essays about hurting, loving, and healing as a teenage girl in 2018.