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Sometimes I see only red, like blood red. And other times I see pitch black. I wonder why but I have become accustomed to the sight. When I see the blood like red I feel this stinging pain in my arms like something is cutting me where I used to cut.

And when I see the pitch black I feel empty and lonely, but it doesn’t bother me. It’s almost comforting. But it’s only when I’m in that pitch black state. These two colors that I see frequently have become my favorite colors. Blood red & Black.