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Me here, not queer, like Black women, one at the moment, her name is Sherry. I think I could fall in love with her, as soon as she loves me some more.
Days pass so fast. They are all the same, same games. God is hiding. Love is lurking. Music is challenging.
Jobs are scarce. I'm getting scared. I have to keep trying, not dying. What's left to do? I wish I knew.