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Crack Whore

Got a crack whore next door, sleeps with men for her fix, constantly off her face, she really doesn't give a shyt. I see her quite often, roaming around the streets, always looking for her children, because they have been misplaced. Her kids are only babies they roam when the Mum is high, only once she starts to come down, does she actually start to look around. Her man is in jail, for bashing her around, her children are violent as well, as the circle goes round. I did talk to her one day, she said she gives her son his own space, he's free to roam as he pleases, the issue I have is he's only 4. Why she became a mother, I have no idea, she doesn't deserve her children, for only crack does she care. M.Mahauariki © 2012

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