Inconsistency.
Your history is not mine.
No, no, don't impose it on me.
And I won't impose mine.
Because believe me, when my truth rises from my heart, you will stop.
'cause it will have nothing but love, honesty and compassion. For you. And for me.
The past, the history is not guilt, it is not shame, it is not pain, is nothing to be ashamed of.
It's just love. Just love. It lit me up. I followed the light. Love.
Look up. At the light. That's your history, intertwined with mine.
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