This thug love is forever

This thug love is forever

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 13, 2016
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My name is Sierra but people call me cee. I'm 16 years old in the 11 grade. I have 1 sibling and that is my older brother name Bryan but people call him Ace (that's his street name). But if your wondering he takes care of my cause my dead beat crakehead momma doesn't and if your wondering where my dad is he died in the drug business trying to save our lives and provide for us to actually live. So enough Talking lets get to the real true story of my life.
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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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