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Tara loves yellow,
It reminds her of the buttercups she and Sam would play in,
It reminds her of her dad's favorite shirt he wears wore on Mondays,
It reminds her of happiness, a feeling that is was there quite often,
It reminds her of her life then, a smiling girl with a heart 3x its size.
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Tara loves pink,
It was is the color of her favorite sweater that her friend gave her,
It is the color of love that she feels around her,
It reminds her of Amber’s cheeks whenever Tara’s around,
It reminds her of the person who ruined her sweater, who broke her heart in two.
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Tara hates red,
It’s the color of blood, the substance that covered her body those 3 days,
It’s the color of her eyes, what used to be brown turned red, then lifeless,
It’s the color that spilled out of her lover's head when she shot her,
It’s the color of New York, where she now lives.
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Tara hates her,
She was her first friend, the girl who stood up to the bullies,
She was her first crush, her smile and laughter invading her mind,
She was her first kiss…
She was her first love…
Was she her last?
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Tara hates herself,
She hates how the red still coats her arms after a therapy session,
She hates how her pink jacket is now turned red,
She hates how she still sees Amber in the mirrors smirking back at her,
She hates how she still misses her,
She hates how she killed a man, then herself to see her again, waiting for the flames of hell to encircle her, and to wake with Amber promising it would be over soon.