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My Angel
Contributed by
Britt
on
Wednesday, 4th June 2003 @ 05:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I had it made, life was all good until I moved into the hood all a nigga had was his drugs his guns and his thugs I didnt want to be like everyone else, you see and end up dead like Chelsea I know shes gone to a better place but just one more time I wanna see her face I didnt see and open door so I thought my only choice was to become a whore that is until he came along and showed me theres more to life than weed and a bong before he showed up I was thinking about suicide if god hadnt of sent him I would of died I was hanging on life by just one limb until he turned my life around, so my angel Ill call him
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2003-06-04 05:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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