I wish he was balanced. Don't even lie. I can tell you no. Colored people. Go away.
Go
Colored people
No
Tell
Can
I
Balance
Wish
I
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
If. Times. Tables. Lets. Be more. Jack. Inhale. We've only been out of the house. What's wrong with mama? Lay down on the grass. Cle...
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