There were things I wanted to tell him, but I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
I think, this is where I should stop. I’m running on fumes.
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My white man counterpart.
Seriously, If I had a dick, and was white, I’d be him.
It’s been awhile darling
I haven’t been keeping up with this for ages. I thought maybe I should start again. Maybe it can help ease my mind and I can drain my brain of all the thoughts running through it.
I’m hoping this works. Welcome back Jamilyn, lets see how long you’ll visit for this time.
