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Red


Everyone has a different label for it When you finally hit the breaking point When you become so angered You can't control it My family refers to ours As red We call it red Because that is all You can see in the person My father has hit that point before Select few people can bring him down I have never hit red My parents tell me they fear For when I hit that point My dad has told me The person who scares Him more than himself When it comes to anger Is me I have come close to red But never got to that point I fear for when that Day comes
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