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Time To Take Out The Trash


I don't know what people think of me but I am not the whore I portray myself to be. I know thee image of me. Just because I want to be beautiful & have attention from a man which i never even get doesn't mean I am a whore. For 10 years she blocked the front door. How can I be a whore if I threw away 100 condoms that expired after 3 years that were never even used. As children we were abused. If I was such a whore they would have been used in twenty minutes. All old bitch hunchback does is on her fat ass sit. I don't really give a fuck what the mom & her fat son I disowned 8 years ago thinks of me. I know what I see. © Harmony Sapphire.All rights reserved
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