Red

Red is pain

Constant torment

For those who are naïve enough

To believe that EVERYTHING is perfect.

 

Red is a game

One that must be endured and finished

In order to win the game.

 

Red is the pain you feel

When you’re so far away from them.

The ones that mean the world to you.

The ones that are so far away.

 

Red is the game that everyone hate.

Red is the pain that can never be escaped.

 

 

Amanda Lutzac

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