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mere Jan 21
You were white.
When I am with you,
my heart starts to feel
calm. Your heart is as
pure as white. When I am
looking at you, all I see is
peace in your lovely eyes.

You are a blank white
canvas, I am willing to use
all the crayons to color you
nicely. You are a plain white
wall, and I am willing to
paint you with my
incredible colors.

We are perfect match,
perfect hue combination.
For you are white, and I am black.
Perfect just like yin and yang,
two different colors combined
to create a whole.

But you chose him.
Because you thought he is black.
Have you forgotten?
You are color-blind.

— The End —