NO GUIDANCE
Broken home a child that grew grown never been kissed or hugged lack of love surrounded by thugs drugs abusers gamblers polluted path uncultured unrefined refugee grew to be a realist now his soul feels refined.
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Nice piece!
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Thank you :)
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