her life, by foxxy_rose
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broken windows
planks for stairs
mold on the ceiling
holes in the wall
no electricity
plumbing
heat
or running water
so this is what it came to
my mothers life
she tried to take me with her
i got out
good riddence you say?
i ruined your life you say?
whore you say?
bitch you say?
... look in the mirror
my mother the drug addict
lost ehr way and cant get back
former beauty currant stranger
no longer in my life
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Posted: 2006-09-14 23:04:11 UTC |
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2012-04-08 20:55:06 | sweetNsour |
To be talented is completely different than been a freak. Great job |