Her name was simple and it rolled easily off of my tongue.
She was an angel sent from hell, a demon damned from heaven.
My biggest curse & my biggest blessing.
She was the reason for my downfall but falling never felt so much like flying the day I met her.
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i went through heaven and hell experiencing love, war, lies, hate, heartbreaks and recovery. every change, wound or memory has its meaning, and "red" explains this, in the most tragic way i could ever fit my words in.