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Reality of Blame

every time I wanna point the blame, I remember it's my own fault for where I've came. as a young child so intrigued with the game, once I made that decision to follow my life has never been the same. how I wish I could be that little girl over on Ostend street, living with my grandparents with my whole life in front of me. life as I once knew is gone, and it's all because I couldn't see truly sucks when the time comes that one has to take responsiblity, I was the one holding me back, my own worst enemy, the destroyer of my own destiny, I feel like i have been paying for so many years for childish stupidity, juvinille immaturity and like Acon said " I am always gonna be a victim of these streets" , but mainly just a victim of Me!

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Date: 8/9/2018 10:34:00 PM
This is good...All the best Karrie
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