I shouldn't have done that
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The color of white represent purity, innocence, safety, softness and perfection.
Red represent desire, lust, love, rage, aggression and danger.
When the color red overtake white, the innocence and purity has been polluted.
Just like how death had took a soul away from a living.
Nightmares invaded our dreams.
Her favorite color white couldn't make her felt safe anymore instead she felt dull and plain as her innocence eyes has been blinded by violence, blood and death and slowly her soul will be conquer by the color of black, the darkness.
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