You know her.
You know her kind.
You've heard of people like her before.
However, the stories someone else tells are no longer ours.
So, as you'll see, you knew nothing.
You know her.
You know her kind.
You've heard of people like her before.
However, the stories someone else tells are no longer ours.
So, as you'll see, you knew nothing.
She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses.
He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, bu...