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True Colors

Black. White. What does it matter? Color doesn't matter. I can love whomever I want. It shouldn't matter where you go. I just want you. I want your love. I want to be yours. I love you for you. Not because your color but because I see the true you. I see your true colors. But you don't want me. You don't want to call me yours. You would just want to lead me on and for what? As a game? For fun? Or just because? So yeah. Color doesn't matter. But personality does. Your true colors is all I saw. And they were if fact a total lie.

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