Money doesn't buy happiness
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture7m
Dernière publication mer., févr. 1, 2017
I'm 18 . My name is beautiful. I just graduated from diamond high . I'm a model/ singer / dancer and painter. My dad suicide is in jail for life because, he killed my uncle rock and stole every dime rock had which was about more than a billion dollars . Which was put in a trust for me until I turn 18. I live in a luxury 3 bedroom apartment . My mom left me when i turned 9 she told me to take care of myself and be good and I never saw her again . All I have left is a torn up picture. California hasn't exactly been good to me. I've been used , abused and as I say treated not as my name. I'll get to the rest in the story....
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