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Not Red

My blood ceased being red.

Red is for the fearless, I am filled with fears.

Red is the color of the arrow pointing to the nearest exit and I’ve got no power to escape.

Red is for those who are filled with love, and I am far from being one.

I am buried in the murk.

I am not red, not red.

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Senior High School Teacher from the Philippines.

3 thoughts on “Not Red

      1. beside the fact that we come from the same land, which grabbed my attention automatically. you do have an interesting page. πŸ™‚

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