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The Colors of Blood Chapter 1: The Runaway
I looked at the rain drop,
That hit the window,
That rain drop shriveled,
As if it was a fig,
Which was exactly,
What I wanted to do...
Everything outside of the window,
Looked like,
A blur,
As the car drove fast
The rain drops,
Blended in with,
Variety of leafs,
Making the rain drops look like the color...
Red,
This reminded me of blood…
Which I was least eager,
To think about,
In fact that was the exact thing,
That got me into this,
Fumble…
I felt a tear,
Swelling,
Then it slowly drizzled,
Down my cheek
“Why,
Why me?”
I thought of all the things,
I left behind,
My family,
My friends,
My town I once lived in,
Since I was a baby,
All distance memories
My life,
Will start all knew,
But I knew everything,
That haunted me will come back,
And brouhaha will form
In till then,
I must rebuild,
What I messed up
“This is my stop,"
The yellow door,
Slanted open..
I was blinded,
But not only from the sun light, But also from my senses,
For only my,
Heart shall lead the way…
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