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Oct 2017
Red. Red. Red.
That's all I see.
You don't know the pain.
The ribbon tightens.
The marks are fresh.
The ribbon tightens.
The blood stains the floor.
The ribbon tightens.
The ribbon tightens more.
My vision blurs.
My breath is lost.
Then there's a new color.
Black.
This represents anyone who has cut, with the ribbon it represents all the troubles in this world, tightening on any cutters until they finally give into the darkness.
Camila Narita
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