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Come love, and let this journey of

o
u
r

love

take

flight so even the

gods

could envy us.

 

Earth’s Daughter

How can you not love

the melanin the gods of Earth have

blessed me with? Even the sun was

jealous it couldn’t pierce through me.

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Didn’t mean to– and no this isn’t a sorry. I wasn’t trying to come off like

that, rude. I–It’s just, connecting is really hard, especially when you feel

alone. I didn’t stop trying though, maybe not hard enough. See, I use to think I

was afraid of connecting to people, now I’m just scared of them leaving. Why

wasn’t the connection strong enough to stay?

— Day Sibley