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To outrun pain, I became airborne. The problem is that with insides like a spinning top, often I am torn and spend indecisive days ghostlike indoors, listening to white noise. I don't know how the girls and women who have been ignored by the male eye can transcend the status quo vision when everywhere we are seeing white males with asia ladies or other exotics. Cringe waiting for the sight of our love with a parasite lover. Forced to find feeble colours of rare hues a gift for just we who have been abused.
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
Instinct and intuition are gone
To outrun pain, I became airborne. The problem is that with insides like a spinning top, often I am torn and spend indecisive days ghostlike indoors, listening to white noise. I don't know how the girls and women who have been ignored by the male eye can transcend the status quo vision when everywhere we are seeing white males with asia ladies or other exotics. Cringe waiting for the sight of our love with a parasite lover. Forced to find feeble colours of rare hues a gift for just we who have been abused.
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
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