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Random First Lines:This is a essay I wrote about embracing my natural hair. The essay talks about the pressure I felt to relax my hair.
You are the shadow that binds me to you. Hovering, waiting, piercing me with your soulful gaze. I am beyond tempted. I am mad with an emptiness that you created so that only you could fill it. Cruel world. Why won't you let us be? Mean love that you give but we can't take.
To love and...