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My heart cries out for that prostitute that passed away.

My heart cries out for that prostitute that passed away.
She was a prostitute. All i heard was she died after having a dose of meth, nobody knows if she died because of an overdose or because of some other reason. She was booked for the night and was there with the guys that gave her meth! Now she is laying on the back seat dead for 2 days and all the boys care about is escaping. Everyones blaming her for being a prostitute but i blame her for enjoying meth but being a prostitute is most of the time not a choice. Just because we had a great childhood and had a good education that could lead us to a good future doesnt mean everyone grows up to the same environment. My heart is crying out for her dying in such a state of being naked. I wonder how her soul must be traumatised right now. I wonder what state her soul must be right now. Who knew it would actually be an actual one night stand ONLY. May we all pray for her sins and for the things she did when she was helpless. Who knows where she went wrong in her life that she had such a humiliating death… Tonight ill just lay down thinking about her soul suffering with tears in my eyes ?

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