Poor justine

by candace   Apr 29, 2007


Her name was justine voted prom queen a perfect gurl beauty and brains she was headed places ready to see new faces swore to get out of the ghetto life tired of living those hungry nights his name was david he promised to give her the world he said he wanted justine to be his main gurl though he had sideline chicks he wanted justine as his sidekick she couldnt resist he had money charms promises she couldnt miss
she should have know the concequence fast cash money for sex all the sholda could wouldas but he didnt promises were lies now she must live wit it
in side she dying crying for help skared for life from to many nites of him living triflin lyin cheating deceiving hes murdering her his weapon aids it spread like fire in her body it will never retire

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