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and now there's a long piece of toilet paper
covered in your blood
good job,
red.
maybe that's why they nicknamed you
red
it's not the hair
it's the blood-red fingernails
the blood-red cuts
or maybe it's just
the blood.
i wish i bled a different color.
maybe then it wouldn't be
so upsetting.
It's so upsetting to know
That there is so much beauty in the world.
And while there are plenty of places it chose to be,
One of them was not me.
it is upsetting to me
that
sadness
is the closest to
passion
i have felt in almost
a year.


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