Me,and My Brother
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They associate black with evil, darkness,dirt, and emptiness. But fail to realize that God made Earth out of darkness...out of pitch black.Black is color less but without black how can there be light?Black is the essence of all things great and wonderful to you...nah black is beautiful with or without you.
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