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Offense to the World

I'm scared of life. I'm scared of speaking in wrong terms, afraid I'll offend someone. I'm scared of not dressing a correct way, who knows, I might offend someone. Who knows, maybe its just my face. When family sees it, the hard words pierce the skin, n' after years they turn to scars and blackness.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 10/28/2016 1:20:00 PM
You and I have good connections about loneliness but in different ways
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Emaka Abbott
Date: 10/31/2016 3:35:00 PM
I'm not sure if that's good or not... But thanks :)