𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 .
.. if this isn't love please tell me what is
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passionfruit
She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate...
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