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These Streets


These streets we portray as home. These streets we learn to live. These streets. became battle fields. Where blood is shed, and territory's are marked. Where colors dont just represent blue or red, but symbols of loyalty. Where all hope is lost...and Evil creeps these streets we walk. every street has its mark..every bullet shell has its story.

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