Maybe it’s just me, but I cannot celebrate someone’s death. Even if he or she hated me. Even if he or she wanted me dead. Even if in the moment of struggle, I had to destroy him or her. I still can’t celebrate. Because behind every human being is a mother, sister, brother, lover, wife,…
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The Black and The White.
Right now, right this very moment, many of the things I believed were white I see now as black.? In turn, many of the things I saw as black, I now realize are white. It’s a very confusing time filled with doubt and strong emotions. Like getting kicked out at 17 years old, I find…