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The world isn’t  black and white. You react like it’s  this or that, right or wrong, me or you, one way  or not at all. Break reality. Come down and you’ll realize that between  black and white there are colors never seen. Let me rub them on your skin. It may feel cold at first, but once you get used to it you can spread your new found language on me. Finger paint  this revelation on my soul.
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Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 12:28 PM UTC
Trust Me
The world isn’t  black and white. You react like it’s  this or that, right or wrong, me or you, one way  or not at all. Break reality. Come down and you’ll realize that between  black and white there are colors never seen. Let me rub them on your skin. It may feel cold at first, but once you get used to it you can spread your new found language on me. Finger paint  this revelation on my soul.
breean-pennio
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Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 12:28 PM UTC
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