A Problem
A problem is what I called it
On the streets is where it started
I never planned for it to go this far
Kriselda
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When I was 2 years old my mother and father got into a fight and he left. I saw him again when I was seven but that was the last time. I cried a lot because I wanted to know him so bad. I wonder if he had more kids and just forgot about me I don't even know if he's still alive. I wish till this day that he loved me but that ill never know. I'm 18 in college and I'm so proud of my success I thank my mother and my god father without them I would be nothing.
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