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My mom was beaten up constantly in front of us. I hated my father for being such a Punk So I decided to leave at 15, I've always seen the tears run down my moms face wondering what I was up to... she nearly begged me to come back home but I told her I couldn't because one day I would actually not just plot to wack my old man but to really put him where he deserved to be and I was the one to do it . The teachers have always seen me as a kid who acted ou.t A pain in the ass a problem, a kid no one actually took the time to see what the hell is really going on. "cold world" Always said I wouldn't amount to shit. Well at 15 got involved with some of the older guys in the neighborhood- money, cars and respect is what I thought that I wanted. I got into sellig drugs at first but later started using as much as I was selling then using more than I had.
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