ALARA
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Ongoing29m
Last published Thu, Jul 11, 2013
I like red… Such a nice colour. I like it because red is complicated, it’s not a singular thing; it can mean anything depending on how you look at it. Red is Christmas. Red is danger. Red is love. Red is death. Red and green should never be seen except upon an Irish green. Red is… well, you get the idea.
I like to think that I am red, that I can be anything depending on how you look at me. For example I could be that psycho girl who murdered her family on her 6th Birthday, or I could be that amazing human being who saved the Earth and its inhabitants.
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