It is better to be than belong. — Lailah Gifty Akita
It is better to be than belong. — Lailah Gifty Akita
It is better to be than belong. — Lailah Gifty Akita
It is better to be than belong. — Lailah Gifty Akita
It is better to be than belong. — Lailah Gifty Akita
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It is better to be than belong.

— Lailah Gifty Akita
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