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Sep 2015
I don't know what people think of me but I am not the ***** i portray myself to be.
I know thee image of me.
Just because I want to be beautiful & have attention from a man which i never even get doesn't mean I am a *****.
For 10 years she blocked the front door.
How can I be a ***** if I threw away 100 condoms that expired after 3 years that were never even used.
As children we were abused.
If I was such a ***** they would have been used in twenty minutes.
All old ***** hunchback does is on her fat *** sit.
I don't really give a **** what the mom & her fat son I disowned 8 years ago thinks of me.
I know what I see.
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Harmony Sapphire
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Harmony Sapphire  42/F/San Diego, California
(42/F/San Diego, California)   
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