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Apr 2017
Her venomous lies as numerous as her hair.
Can turn any man to stone with a simple stare.
That's how I found myself in the position I was stuck in.
Was tired of digging through the rough when I thought I found my diamond.
But that fake glass shattered in hand and the pieces they dug in.
Now when I feel things, I do it with caution.
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MIA  Richmond, VA
(Richmond, VA)   
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     J, Lior Gavra and lavendersky
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