RACES OF ROMANCE

Sitting across a shiny rock inches away from the see, she digs her head in between her thighs, holding back her tears with every single gram of strength. She sighs, "Why does it matter? All my world revolves around it, my race, my color, my skin. When... When will I finally get rid of you. "

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INTRODUCTION...

This environment, the smell of new culture surrounds me, the haunt for new experience, the taste of love,the sensation of his touch,his lips on mines, freedom from my so called home. When will I get it all?

My race, it differentiates me. My colour pulls me apart. Will I be able to run it? A race of races is what they call it. Will I succeed or will I be crumpled down by my opponents?

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