The struggle is too real for us real ones.
I don't know how much more I can take before I split atoms with my fists and go crazy.
- The struggle is real. . .
- stressful too real for comfort. . .
- real is the struggle. . .
About the Creator
Angelina F. Thomas
I am a very beautiful mother of mixed daughters with expensive taste. I hope and pray to my Abba father that my wishful thinking and my ability to dream huge truly pays off. So be it. Amen.
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