Tears Of Sorrow
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- Parts 3
MatureOngoing9m
Last published Wed, Jul 3, 2013
a cold world with no parents no friends or no one to lean on having to learn on your own growing up to sell drugs and sell my body just to put food in my stomach and clothes on my back. being a criminal and running from the cops my whole life put sadly my road comes to an end when i get sent to jail for 10 years
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