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True

She who speaks of true colors, doubting sincere, questioning others.
Judgement should not be passed on like this.
A bond is not broken by the landing of a kiss.
If you stop to consider your motives.
You'll see the truth is somewhat obscured.
You kill what you love, smothered with concern.
Your jealous flame sparks, kindles and burns.
Cling onto your hate, for nothing is real.
The fears that you preach are of your own will.
Nobody here wants to hurt anyone.
Nobody here wants to steal anyone.
All that you need is some time to see.
Nothing will take her light from your day.
Unless your own love shall push her away.

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