Again, I was too drunk to write last night, so I am writing today. I had to take a bath so early than usual because my head was being knocked down by a very well-deserved hang-over. I underestimated the power of red. I never thought it would kick me. Well, I drowned myself with two bottles of red wine. That should explain.
Red is the color of love. But it is also the color of hatred, of bloody pain and more pain. Red is the color of my past- bright and striking, dauntless and surviving. But red, is also the color of my fear..
Last night, I pushed you away...again. You should really be going. I might not really be worth the fight.
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