Sunday, January 27, 2019 8:39pm. Pomona. Home.
I'm in a space of thanksgiving tonight. I'm thankful that Uraeus and I are alive and well and together. I'm not worried about him. Well, except for the things I usually worry about him about. Him being safe and healthy. I'm thankful I'm taking him to a job interview tomorrow. I have a meeting after that but then I head to USC to my CLI class. I'm going to remain thankful for as long as I can.
I hope you're thankful too.
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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