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life 1 min read 706 views Jul 13, 2016

Up until last week

Up until last week,
Things were tough, but I had hope,
That the future would be better and that I could cope,
I still have trouble getting loans,
Even though I've owned five homes,
Used to think when I got stopped by the police,
They might just beat my a$$ and maybe knock out some teeth,
Up until last week,
I never thought they could kill me while my daughter was in the back seat.

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jlmoore2

Oh, my goodness! I don't want to think about this, unfortunately, it's our reality. Keep Hope Alive!

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love_supreme

Excellent write

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