Red Paintings
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Have you ever seen a red painting?
No, not that kind, my dear, the other kind. The ones where the red color slowly fades into brown over time, thick and uninviting to the plain, and it becomes obvious that the paint is in poor quality as it decays before your very eyes into a mess of sticky reminesence.
Yes. . . those kind. . .
Have you? If so, don't tell anyone.
It's a secret.
And it's mine to tell.
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**TRIGGER WARNING**
This story includes triggers such as depression, self harm, and other such disturbing aspects.
Please do not read this story if you are sensitive to these subjects, I care about all my readers and do not want to be the cause of downcast emotions.
Please also keep in mind that I myself and perfectly fine, and this story is in no way a representation of how myself feel.
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