These Streets Don't Love Nobody

These Streets Don't Love Nobody

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Everybody think they know how the Chi get down...well cant nobody tell you better than Ebony herself. 20 years old born and raised in a small projects in Ktown known as Kedvale Square!! Ebony aka Eb will take you on a rollercoaster ride through her life. Being lied to cheated and beat has become apart of her life style. Meanwhile drugs money and thugs were the things to help her cope with the real worlrd! After loosing almost ever one who meant the most to her..Eb look to the streets of Chicago to void the spot thats missing. But we all know the streets dont love nobody...especially Chicago streets!
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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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