Red
Red is the color of blood. Red is the color of love. Red is the color of hate. Red is the color of pain. Love is precious. Pain is not. Love is beautiful. Blood is not. Love puts a true smile on your face. Hate can't do that. What does love have to do with all these terrible things? Why is it associated with such thingS? Love can be precious. Love can be beautiful. Love can put a true smile on your face. But love, it can also be blood. It can also be hate. Love can even be pain. Love is one of the best things in the world, but comes with a terrible price.
Red is the color of life.
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Bursting Bubbles
ŞiirThese are my deep thoughts/ stories because I decided that the deep ones needed their own book. A few of these might be in my stories/ ideas book but they will be here as well. These may be poem-like or story-like it honestly just depends. I also ha...
