Project Kids
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Huling na-publish Sat, Jul 22, 2017
I'm sure some are familiar with the hood some call it the slums well that's where I'm from I can only imagine what being rich feels like by any means ima find out there's a adventure in order to get me where I'm at but I'll get there just watch
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"Killjoys, make some noise!" I've always expected a life that was pampered and spoiled, but I've never really fit in much despite it. Inheritance to my parent's rich company (companies, but I'd not like to brag) was something I've known of ever since I was young; there was no need to "fit in" or "pay attention." All I needed in my "school career" was an attitude that would be known, and a couple of friends who liked me for my personality - not my wealth. Yet, I never really expected myself to move away from that all and come into a new school, another hell hole to rot away in. I mean, it's really awkward if you cause trouble for yourself on the first day of school, and I'd like to turn a new leaf on my personality regarding the subject - in full hopes that is. Hell, hiding the fact that you are a spoiled rich kid is difficult enough as it is, but not trying to act like one? Am I just some juggler with a two face? It's strange, I know, but I'm just a stranger. And a killjoy. **The depiction of setosorcerer on the cover is NOT my drawing, I just edited it in**Kumpleto
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I'm just a lost girl trying to make it. I'm on my own my problems running deep. The hood raise me to be who I am. This is about a girl who met a gangsta and how they whole life change.
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