Roses Are Red

Roses Are Red

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I looked down at my hands, which were the color red. My favorite color. It showed me I was doing it right. I looked as it fell down on to my thighs, which were also now bleeding. Everything happening know makes me forgot everything that has happened today. And yesterday. And the years far before. My whole life has been an endless rotation of unhappiness and there is nothing I can do about it. No one can help me. Or can someone help me?
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Forgetting something you know you're supposed to remember is very annoying, but what happens if that something or someone is important. Like let's say you forgot the guy your head of heels for and the supposed to be best friend that is apparently some psychopath trying to kill you. Oh and your living with the thought that the person you're supposed to be in love with is just a forgotten burnt memory which is tearing him apart to. It sucks severely because I can't even remember the damn day or my mother. I've lost everything I knew and loved. Let me start over. My name is Page and this is how I lost my memory and part of my life... What happens when hate and lies mix? Well let's just say things get dirtied red. (Is getting rewritten but feel free to read)

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