i don’t remember where i heard anita baker for the first time.
in barbados,
my family was huge whitney stans so that’s all i heard.
i feel like i heard anita’s music in my mother’s car on the radio,
but i think i got into her heavy after my mother passed.
i feel like it was around the time i was around HIM tbh.
i did something last night foxhole.
i did this…

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