I wanted to hold your hand, not hold you back.

Anger, such passive lies. Which of us is black, which is white? Multiracial- I think not, we're the same skin. Yet, tell me- please- who is living in the light, and who is holding on to the past? Accuse me of violence, and other unimaginables. I'll always forgive you.
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That was very pretty.
Although maybe it wasn't meant to be?

Either way; thank you very much for that comment. ♥