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Nov 2014
Red; the blood on her wrist
Orange; the empty bottle of pills
Yellow; the pipe to ease the pain
Green; her eyes filled with tears
Blue; her lips that lost color
Purple; the bruises on her body
Grey; the razors she never flushed
Black; the pistol used to end it all
Brooke Palmatier
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