Red
Red is blood
Red is roses
Red is fire
Red is Christmas
Red is death
Red is love
Red is me.
I have been through red.
My skinned knee on a summer day
My backyards roses
My state has had flames
My present wrapped
My grandpy and grandpa
My friends
My hair
But I won't let red define me.
And neither should you.
So stop cutting yourself
So stop pricking your finger
So stop letting the flames burn
So stop hating the holidays
So stop crying over someone you will se when you die
So stop obsessing over someone
So stop reading my writing if it hurts
So stop.
Red doesn't define me.
So stop letting it define you.
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