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Sacred Vessels


Yourself is all you can see. You can't have any part of me. Your a mama's boy. Her pride & joy. When are you moving out of your parents house? Your 28 & I'm 32. You have to ask yourself who are you? Get it together & get a home. It has been time for us to be on our own. Are you even going to try? Why not, why? Before it is too late & we are old & die. What is wrong with you? Why do you do what you do? This doesn't make any sense. Your reasons are completely dense. I hate your excuse it is no use. Get a life marry a wife. © Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
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