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May 2020
If I told you I knew how this would end, what would you believe me to be?
A psychic?
A realist?
A pessimist?

What if I told you Iā€™m simply just cursed with the inability to love without conditions?

I got it from my momma.
Who got it from her momma.
And so on...
Written by
Larada
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