Returned ~But~ Broken Watty2016-17

Returned ~But~ Broken Watty2016-17

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Happiness is what a lot ask me ,on the out side I am ,but on the Inside the most important side no . No I'm not, nowhere near it. yes I'm a billionaire who is a bit more than thankful for my life when it comes to the money and the FAM but money doesn't buy happiness . Back to the question I'm broken huh basically beaten I'm hurt . Tears roll down my chin every time I look in the mirror its been almost teen years since I seen my babys well not that there baby's any more . Wow look at me I'm stupid I'm sorry that I didn't introduce my self I'm Tera Smith I own over 16 different business in america turns out if you go back to college you can become very successful . Even though I am successful im still broken I guess you just gotta look deeper flip the page to see what I mean only if you want I'm not that important . At least to some I'm not This is the sequal to having the bad boys twins it will make more since if you read it first but it's up to you . I just supply.
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Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

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