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...in every stroke of my box braids I see an equivalent stroke of blonde hair ....blonde ******* hair I'm in so much pain... God where are you.... I need you... I'm tired of lying to myself....repeating empty words ...I'm tired of these memories
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
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...in every stroke of my box braids I see an equivalent stroke of blonde hair ....blonde ******* hair I'm in so much pain... God where are you.... I need you... I'm tired of lying to myself....repeating empty words ...I'm tired of these memories
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
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