red is all i see. red. never ending, if only it would stop
red sky, red water. red blood everywhere. but i search myself trying to find a source. but i find no puncture wound
red is all i see. what has become of me? red her red there it is everywhere.
If only I could see what is inside of me.
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PoetryIt's about a time where I was feeling alone, scared and determined to end it all...
