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Aug 2016
Happiness is laying in his arms..
Happiness is hearing his voice..
Happiness is him keeping me from harm..
Why is it that no one sees what I do?
But isn't that good
Then no one will have what I do.
He's my blessing...
He's my happiness..
Cyphers Queen
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Cyphers Queen  baytown tx
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