khyle17
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life
Growing up, in and out of jail, no father around, and his mother on the streets putting her body up for sale.
As a kid his only priorities was home invasions, and leaving no witnesses to tell. Fearing that if he left one person alive, someone would come with a 9 to the back of his head, leaving his face....No emotions...Stone Cold Pale
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paulaskid says: I feel it |
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tretre says: Wow! This is deep, yet very true. I know some people who could relate to this poem...I hope you don't mind me sharing this one. Keep that pen movin Khyle! |
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khyle17 says: No you're fine go ahead |
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2b2b2 says: TIGHT!! |
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