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If you could see me now, you'd know my left eye is a combination of black, red, purple, green, and yellow.  

See, I took my dog for a walk and he saw his friend coming up the street.  He took off, much like the dog above and down I went.

Because I held onto him, I fell flat on my face, hitting the pavement with nothing to break my fall.  Had I let go of Tommy, it would have been fine.  He'd have run to Casey, said hello, and I'd have caught him.  But because I held on so tightly, I suffered the consequences.

What are you holding onto that you should let go of?