a battle of red, and only red. she’s an open wound waiting to be sewn up.
the pain is shown in only blood. if only there were words to describe this
type of insanity. tracing and retracing the horizon, if only it symbolized
more than a cry for help. fear of rejection is stamped on her forehead.
she’s been through too much to let it go now. there must be some reason why
she’s still standing today. a reason to live is not quite a prayer. this
holy book of lies was sealed with a kiss. only a kiss, and as she throws the
key away he whispers to her, “you just lost the battle; i won.”
 
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