How? His life. You don't want to know me. You don’t owe me.
Me
Me
Know
Want
His life
How
Trust
God
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
⅕ of 10 is 2. Half of ten is any. We're already made. Stop trying to beat me. Thinning out an already insufferable consequence. Impolite...
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