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Dec 2015
My love, your mother wants me gone,
Blames me for the identity you don.
She tells you to leave me,
And assures you it'll be easy.

She blames me, thinks I made you a boy,
And acts like you're her little toy.

Hang onto me, I won't give in,
This is a battle we can win.
Cody Haag
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Cody Haag  23/M/Erie, PA
(23/M/Erie, PA)   
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