Dear ghetto,
Sadly we have become to fond of each other. You make me smile but you make me cry too. Some time you leave us straving and your corner stores keep us full. I think what I am trying to say that I love you. I am so glad you are in my life. When the time comes for me to leave you I will cry. I might not know where to go after you. Don't worry about that though I am not ready for that. So this a thank you letter. Thank You for showing me I can be strong. I can see little kids starving and I have hope for a better life. I can fight and know I was fighting to survive.
Love,
Angie
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