Purple red that’s the color
When you bleed inside
Filled with sorrow...
Choked up throat
No words to say
But leave me alone
Cuz I had enough
Don’t wanna hear you around me
Don’t want your touch
I’d rather have this purple red
Rush down my flesh...
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Imaginitive, I must say.
Colorful, yet colorless if you know what I mean. At the end of the day, although lifeless, it still is called a feeling.
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