My Life
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Last published Mon, Jul 18, 2016
This is about me.
A 15 year old boy that goes to school and lives a normal life. I talk about my experience with the wrong side of life and the right side. Experience with girls,drugs,gangs,family. Growing up was not the best but I have some good memories to share. I will only give 100% honesty
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