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Mar 2017
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 ****
dennis drain
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dennis drain  Bellevue idaho
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