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True Colors


It began in my youth

A time when purity and curiousty

Moved me

Back when broken hearts and empty promises

Were foreign

But now their ever lasting

Today tears are on my cheeks

Because of things you do

And what you said

I believed you when you said it  

But i began to doubt you

Doubt you because of your actions

The two never seem to match

So now i know its true . . . go and do what you do . . . i  i dont need you

 

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