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I feel the uniqueness the beautifulness. Every fabric of my self is wrapped in difference. People question colour stating that they dont see. Everything about us is just pure heresy. I'll never pick. I'm one blessed with the gift of cultures you can question me but your the ******* vulture.
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 10:18 PM UTC
Mixed Kid's Lament
I feel the uniqueness the beautifulness. Every fabric of my self is wrapped in difference. People question colour stating that they dont see. Everything about us is just pure heresy. I'll never pick. I'm one blessed with the gift of cultures you can question me but your the ******* vulture.
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21/M/Melbourne, Australia
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 10:18 PM UTC
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