Red stands out well when it's
the only color in a world of
black and white, the color of
a withering rose. Red stands
out well as every petal scatters
around the room, fluttering to
the surface with a softness that
cannot be explained until you've
experienced it. Red means I am
living, because with every drop
of blood that hits the ground, I
become more and more alive.
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