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A Sense Of Belonging

Maybe it’s the color of my skin?                        Or Maybe it’s the genetical components that represents such strong culture!? But really, it’s only a matter of whether the shirt fits the shoulder (it lays on) that wears it.                          Then again! Sometime, the shoulder to be dressed isn’t the one (desired)(needed) used.                                              I Will Be Back! Confused, but focused Broken, but completed Lost, but self desired The journey has not ended, it (has) is only just (started) the beginning.
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Apr 14, 2020
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