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I think I finally understand When they say Life’s not black & white It’s all shades of grey I caused her so much pain And still I’d make those choices, day after day She became my sunshine as much as my rain And me I don’t feel okay I played my cards, placed my bets It must make me a Horrible person To have no regrets She said It’s just things of the past But my sky’s still overcast Maybe one Spring day I’ll feel okay at last
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 6:39 AM UTC
Continuum
I think I finally understand When they say Life’s not black & white It’s all shades of grey I caused her so much pain And still I’d make those choices, day after day She became my sunshine as much as my rain And me I don’t feel okay I played my cards, placed my bets It must make me a Horrible person To have no regrets She said It’s just things of the past But my sky’s still overcast Maybe one Spring day I’ll feel okay at last
Continuum /kənˈtɪnjʊəm/ noun noun: continuum; plural noun: continua a continuous sequence in which adjacent elements are not perceptibly different from each other, but the extremes are quite distinct.
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 6:39 AM UTC
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