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The Differences


There are the days when the world seems to want to crumble no matter how much you hold your ground. Somehow it is meant to destroy us. I say “ I belong”. You look away and say I don't. How can I not belong by your side? We are one. That's what you said in the dark. When you couldn't see my coco skin. My brown almond eyes, and my kinky hair. What did you think? Was I not beautiful? Were you expecting slim hips and not my thick thighs. There is nothing wrong with me. Maybe its you.

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