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Aug 2015
Your minds are vacant spaces filled with air; so full of it, you don't even care. You don't care for yourselves or each other. All you want is credit for things so replaceable. Eye don't want no parts in that; eye wanna has so much care, knowledge, &lov;; in my body that you have no choice but to be aware!
Eternal BLACK Goddess
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