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Just another lost and found page of my personal journal.

Submitted: July 12, 2012

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Submitted: July 12, 2012




Red, that's the color of passion, love and in some cultures the color of purity.
For me, Red is pain
It reminds me of those days when I used to be scared,
And those long nights I used to hate.
Red was his Car,
Red were his eyes when he was mad
Red was the spot were he laid his hand on her
Red were the scars that covered he body
Her back was Red after he beat her up, and the blood on her clothes was also Red.
Red means pain,
I know because I could see the pain in her eyes
Not only physical
I could see her soul was burning up.
Red are my memories.
If Red means love, then he loved us too much
If Res means passion, then he was a very passionate man.
Red hurts
Red beats
Red hates too
And Red is in me...


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