Things are different now.
I used to just be a fucking child who ran around the streets with the neighborhood kids. The one who came home at 5:55 every night so I could sit and eat dinner with my family at 6:00. I used to go to high school and gawk at the hot boys with my girlfriends- who I'd spend practically every weekend with during school and almost every day with in the summer.
I had good grades, I wasn't someone who caused trouble, my family was more than ordinary, and I was content in the life I was living. But in this life, I didn't see what was all unfolding around me.
Violence, hatred, and passion for control.
I was 17 and driving home from school when I witness something that can't be erased from my memory. It's like the image was burned into my brain by a fiery hot rod that has a glowing red tip that will never fucking die.
Stopped at a red light, I watched a man appear from the alley way and walk behind the boy I used to play with when I was a child.
His smile used to be so kind.
As they began to cross the street he pulled out a gun and shot him in the back of the head with no remorse. My heart sank and my ears rang, I don't remember if I screamed in that moment or if I even breathed. He took his dark sun glasses off and looked right in my direction.
Hell was starting to be unleashed and this was only the beginning. Little did I know that I would become apart of this hell and fall in love with the man who helped created it
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IM BACK ON HERE GUYS AND IVE MISSED THIS SHIT SO MUCH. I don't know how many of my followers are still active but if you are and you read this, I fuckin love you. for new people I love you too.
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