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Jan 2015
My world will crash.
A victim to bash.
I felt like trash.
Losing custody happened fast.
To colorado we would dash.
The police took her away in a flash.
I hate my low life past.
My luck has always ******.
It would take a miracle.
You won't find it in a crackerjack box,
Or a bowl of cereal.
Pet rocks or teddy bears that talk.
Nothing good ever comes easy.
I try not to be too needy.
2008
Harmony Sapphire
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Harmony Sapphire  42/F/San Diego, California
(42/F/San Diego, California)   
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