red... the color of love they say. little do they know its much more than just love. for me? it was the color in your face when i told you no as a child. the color of mine after it had been struck, and molded in your own selfish way. the color it turned the water after you were done. it was the anger in your face, the embarrassment in my mothers, and the hurt and confusion in my small 5 year old face, for you had destroyed me with just a simple color.....such as red.


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