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Red. Such a beautiful colour, dangerous yet serene. Think of all things red. That beautiful dress, those fierce hair, that killer lipstick, blood... When I think red, somehow, my brain connects me to a beautiful scene. Tragic, yes. But beautiful nonetheless. She stands in all her glory. The picture of innocence. Some would call her ignorant, naïve, maybe rightly so. But what they don't realise, or rather, what they do not want to realise, is that she has always known everything. Maybe because she was raised in an environment where not knowing had brutal consequences, or maybe her curious nature makes her repellent to ignorance. Whatever it is, she stands there. Innocent despite all that knowledge. Innocent despite all the criticising glares. Innocent despite those red flames. ©2021 That_faceless_ghost, All rights reserved.
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