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2024-10-29 19:42:56Surviving the streets, surviving the criminal world... Breathe, and just keep on going until the very end. I know my story is not going to end with a light at the end of the fucking tunnel because there is none, I was born into the pain, and suffering, and the only thing I had control of was how to resist them. I am not going to pretend that things just happened to me, I made choices, and I stand by those choices I made, the only difference between me and those who would judge my choices is that I was not left with a lot of choices, so I had to choose between the few bad choices that would get me what I wanted in life.
Numerous times in my life, I was at the brink of death, every single one of those times only reminded me of what I would not have done if I had died, so I came back and did those things. Ambition and a never ending thirst for power ruled my experience. Maybe this was because of where I came up from, or maybe it's just one of those innate things.
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