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By Ladyrenee BRONZE
St. Louis, Missouri

How is the natural  African American hair seen as  distracted,  unprofessional,   or even unbearable How is the natural  White hair seen as B...
Ladyrenee BRONZE, St. Louis, Missouri
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

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By Anonymous
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By Hannah_K. PLATINUM
Scottsdale, Arizona
Hannah_K. PLATINUM, Scottsdale, Arizona
22 articles 6 photos 9 comments
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By mistryspy BRONZE
Greenville, South Carolina
mistryspy BRONZE, Greenville, South Carolina
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
if you get scared ,you are dead

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By krysling PLATINUM
Naples, Florida
krysling PLATINUM, Naples, Florida
30 articles 4 photos 15 comments

Favorite Quote:
I have found that when a person gets involed with cloak and dagger business, they usually end up deep in the cloak, without the dagger and out a business.

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By Comfortably_Numb DIAMOND
Orchard Park, New York
Comfortably_Numb DIAMOND, Orchard Park, New York
55 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Fairy tales do not teach children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that dragons can be killed.

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By Alz888 SILVER
Victoria, Other
Alz888 SILVER, Victoria, Other
8 articles 0 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;In three words I can sum up everything I&#039;ve learned about life: it goes on.&rdquo; <br /> ― Robert Frost

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By Anonymous
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Charnissa Greenwood BRONZE, Morrow, Georgia
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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Kaylarebekah131719 PLATINUM, McDonough, Georgia
21 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
*(ending to Faith) I told myself that, if I avoided him at all costs, I&#039;d be okay; so I did, and I was, and he never game back.<br /> * More than we rely on other people, we rely on other peoples ignorance.<br /> *Just a little thank you, to all the morons that led me to learning to write well; you are the razors of the pen that draws the blood I write with. I owe it all to your mistakes.