It’s all Red

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on fire

They’re all-


She says: she’s angry

She says: she’s tired

I never saw a woman with such a wicked smile.

She owns her space

It’s a dangerous place

But she’s so delicate

Watch the anger 

on her face


in her mouth, 

says it’s such a bitter taste

Why are you so angry all the time?

It’s just 

a front

She puts it up

In a messy bed, her tears dried up

No one realizes how fast she had to grow up

Control is impossible inside her head

Everyday she wakes, all she can see is


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