My whole life I have painted people red. Red is what lives on inside us. It's what makes us all equal. Some people have red exposed for them by force.
I painted people I hated red. Red is everywhere in this world.
Red,is blood.
Red is dangerous.
Too much of it gone will result in death.
Red can kill something.
Red can save something.
But with him,I can't paint him red.
Red would mean hurting him. Maybe I can stop painting people red if I had him. Maybe.. I wouldn't have to live with it stained on my hands.
In order to achieve this goal,he has to be mine. No matter the cost. Even if I have to bleed red for him.
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