MyselfRed. Red is the colour I hate.Myself
Reminiscent of blood, red is the colour of pain. I hate pain. Why do I feel pain? I'm worried. Is worried another shade of red, another form of pain? Yes. Why am I worried- the world around me is collapsing, due to many factors.
I see my joy- my happiness, encased in red. Like a superimposed image, my happiness masks the red.
Red is painful.
The only thing I have, my happiness, will you always be there?
Why else do I feel pain? My family has inherited a condition. My family will die. There is nothing i can do about it, except wait. Is this so
Romance is not peachy.she was bleeding. it was my fault. a small incision upon her right wrist, all because of me. i saw it all...Romance is not peachy.
i don't know what drove her to it. i knew i had left and taken a good part of her with me, but that doesn't bring people to cut themselves. there was something seriously wrong, and nothing i could do to stop it. she slashed her left wrist as well- piercing the skin with the sharpened blade, the seering pain visible upon her tear stroked face, the blood protruding to the surface in small bursts- as each heartbeat passed, more blood was waiting.
i stood and watched as she repeated the process over and over- slas
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