That’s what colors are for: so we can see the differences, and care about them.
Were countless hours of pity like a blanket
that covered up the daylight from your soul?
”..just when you think you’ve got me figured out, the season’s already changing…
you know you wouldn’t want me any other way… ...i’m a tease, i’m a goddess on my knees; when you hurt, when you suffer, i’m your angel undercover”
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