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Bleeding Colors
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One who stands with great pride,
refusing to be influenced by others.
A fiery burning passion.
Red.
One who enjoys gazing at the sky,
watching the clouds pass by.
A fleeting lighthearted smile.
Blue.
Two different colors,
yet a harmony exists.
A regal loyal promise.
Violet.
You were rich with such crimson,
while you pigmented me with periwinkle.
It was a union; a connection.
It was euphoria until one day...
You gave up your unique color,
as if you wanted to be like the blue I am,
only to lack in saturation.
You were empty, dull...
Grey.
Horrified at the sight,
a thought came through my head.
I looked at my trembling hands,
only to find myself...
bleeding red.
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Date written:
June 15, 2020
Revised on: 06/25/20
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Yours Truly
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