It's the color of the roses you leave at her front door
it's the color of her flowering dress dancing along the floor
her lips, the kindest words as you kiss them ever so sweetly
cherry flowers blooming, full in the meadow where you met
Red is the color of dark mystery
of dread, desire, and despair
the prettiest and fairest rules
unbroken, misspoken, beautiful and rare.
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A Fight With Depression
Short Story(Trigger Warnings) Do not read if you are bothered by reading very real everyday senarios such as suicide, self harm, and other things that tend to mend with having most mental illnesses. This book is a different book where every chapter is a short...
