I'm starving and inching towards deep waters and sudden breezes that would knock me over if it weren't for the head on my shoulders and the pride in my stomach. I'm crossed and fighting for my identity as well as my heritage and though I'm unaware of where I stand I know where Im not allowed. Sliding inwards and having no shell of my own, I drift
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i love your unexplainable writing.
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