Blinded by the red,
yet, it doesn't hurt you,
yet, it hurts them.
Do see it?
Only when you feel blue
Do you realize,
Do you recognize?
They're always there.
In the ragged rainstorms
Past the jagged flames.
Do you see?
The coats of paint you've layered,
they're peeling.
The wall you build,
it's falling.
Who are you?
Do you know?
Do you...?
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