The Weight of Grahams
title, and although my income is far from where I would want it, in my eyes, I’m the shit.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I see internal and external natural beauty. I have a 5’4-inch frame, toasted almond skin, a size handful of perky breasts, and enough behind to cuff, grab, and enjoy. Seemingly hypnotic, ebony eyes, defined lips, long dark brown naturally wavy hair that, along with my nails, are always maintained. I have a home. It's small, but mine: a car, no kids, and an aesthetic so unique, you would think I would have men falling at my feet, but that’s far from the case. I can’t find a good man, even if it means saving my life. My family and friends believe I’ve set my standards for
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