For some this word is just a color, others see as it a memory. The color dripping from them. The darkness surrounding it. The hope it brought. The calmness you felt. Red may be a color to some. To others its a symbol of pain, the calm before the storm, and hope.
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All The Small Things
Non-FictionAll the small things. All the shit I feel like ranting and venting about so maybe for once someone can see the world from a fucked up teens perspective.
