{3} Red
His favorite color is red, just like the love that burned in my soul. His favorite color is red, just like the sunset on the horizon. His favorite color is red, just like the passion that grew inside us. But red is violence, Red is rage. Red is anger. Red is danger. Red is power. The love he had for me was not red like passion. ♡literallyabigail
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