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The two of us.. we're both aware of just how fleeting life is. We both know in the end, we will die, we will be forgotten, and the universe will still continue on. And that's okay, that's life.
Black body born, happy birthday Black baby's first cry Black girl in a white man's world Black eye from daddy's toxic masculinity rectifies
Time We need it A 24 hour sequence To keep moving, breathing, living Time What would we do without it? 7am Open your eyes 8am Out the door 9am I have arrived 12pm Lunch