(Trigger warning, mentions of Bl00d and $H, dont read if your triggerd easily)
Her favorite colour has always been the same
From birth she has always liked red
Red bed
Red room
Red paintings
Red bag
Red lolipops
Red
Red lines
on her sore arms
Red thoughts
In her innocent brain
Red fluid
On her soft hands
She began in red
And has always been red
Do you think she smiled?
When she ended in red?
-the moon that didn't shine-
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The voices
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