So if


midnight black, chestnut brown, honey bronzed, chocolate covered, cocoa dipped, and beautiful at the same time, but deeply hiding I am running, running at an intense speed, running from the chance of truly showcasing, pain has inflicted and infected this wound that won't heal, but if I truly believe nothing is stopping me but ME


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