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I really can't explain why I had that reaction to you. It was irritating that you didn't turn your music down, but why the hell would you when a crotchety old lady throws shade.
You're beautiful. You're someone son, brother, uncle, cousin. I think that was like an untamed horse you rode off on, heavily discounted by white culture, With tomahawks handmade by ancestors.
Don't ever give up.
Don't poison your beautiful body and soul
You have spirit with you, but you need to ride in the light.
I'm sorry.
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