Pink isn't feminine

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She doesn't appear to get any better.
I think I'm losing my mind.
She holds my hand and occasionally chokes
out conversations. "I know why we were
attracted to each other," , She smiles knowingly,
"Because of the color pink?" I force a laugh.
"No, because when two people are broken enough
they want to believe that they can use each others
shattered pieces and make something new. But, it just doesn't
work there's always cracks."
"Sometimes the cracks adds character." I counter.
"Oh my beautiful boy, you've got so much to learn."
"If you'd stick around, you could teach me."
"Well, here's one: pink isn't feminine."
I scrunched my nose at her, "Darling, that's so random."
She coughs into a tissue, there's blood.

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HIS FEATURES ARE BECOMING FAINTED
I NEVER THOUGHT ID SEE THE DAY
WHERE TRUE LOVE COULDN'T BE PAINTED
IM ON MY WAY NO I CANT STAY
(BUT ALL HE HAS TO DO IS LOOK AT ME
AND IM ANCHORED TO HIS HAND)