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I was born to a collection of addicts and criminals! I can only admit that I have more respect and courtesy then them. I Promised myself that when I am to be a father I would quite. My love is my life and she's carring my son. But I'm on this **** again. What the **** is my problem. I think I'm done till it's in my hands again. Feelin like a worthless person, a selfish heathen When I got **** I don't need speed. But I can't sleep and I don't even wanna move. Just watch tv and eat so I say to myself at least I'll accomplish somethin. **** I'm broke and living outta others homes I don't think I'll ever give my child the proper life or a stable home. I work my *** off and make good money but I can't keep any of it 4 ****
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
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I was born to a collection of addicts and criminals! I can only admit that I have more respect and courtesy then them. I Promised myself that when I am to be a father I would quite. My love is my life and she's carring my son. But I'm on this **** again. What the **** is my problem. I think I'm done till it's in my hands again. Feelin like a worthless person, a selfish heathen When I got **** I don't need speed. But I can't sleep and I don't even wanna move. Just watch tv and eat so I say to myself at least I'll accomplish somethin. **** I'm broke and living outta others homes I don't think I'll ever give my child the proper life or a stable home. I work my *** off and make good money but I can't keep any of it 4 ****
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
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