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May 2016
Stolen Child.
Insane grandma.
Homeless mom.
Convicted boyfriend.
Minimum wage.
Passport with no plane ticket.
A life broken.
No funds.
No career.
No future.
The Wrath has spoken.
It has been heard to deaf ears that hear.
Damnation.
A ****** nation.
America.
No justice.
Mo deals.
No bargains.
No victories.
Only misery.
A nightmare.
Successful nightmare.
No escape.
In death do you win life or lose it.
I don't know how to play this game.
People lose games they I can't play.
I don't have any players on my team.
No cheerleaders.
All I hear is "Boooo".....
I hate this world and the people in it 100% nothing this.
Solitude.
Loner.
Solo.
America's #0.
A day in the life of nobody.
No one who matters.
No skills.
No Talent.
No manners.
B*y.
Bitter & sarcastic.
All the flaws no one would want.
Friendless.
Thoughtless.
Dangerous.
I am a bad mother.
I am a bad girlfriend.
A driver.
A bad person.
A liar.
I seek vengeance.
Always and forever.
Never forgives.
Never forgets.
Never gets justice not in this lifetime.
A heart of pure hatred.
Just like "Grandma".
But not to Ariel just the rest of the world.
Filthy rich makes me sick.
Squandered wealth.
Gamblers, drug smugglers, prostitution, slander ****, & con artists they all make me sick.
Carnivores, butchers, sadistic criminals, pyro's, nymphos, pimps, sm
t, hustler's, farmers, & attorneys.
Sick to my stomach.
The boiling point.
****** detest.
Harmony Sapphire
Written by
Harmony Sapphire  42/F/San Diego, California
(42/F/San Diego, California)   
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   Anna-Marie Rose and cgembry
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