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i blew it with colour like you blew it with restraint. makes no difference because were one in the- no were not. i am no better + you are no worse, but your contradiction gives you far more to explain. but my wrist hurts. the shame is worse. mine, ours, yours, theirs, reason for doing things we justify with ignorance.. the only ONE to judge is the ONE who gave us the right to choose. no love could ever be more genuine.