Liz is a freshman at the Woodlynde School.
Life is like
a rose. When taken care of, it blossoms into a beautiful, vibrant sight,
scattered with the dark obstacles of life. But when abused and forgotten, it
wilts with a sickening color and dies, destroyed.
Red, the color of rage, spreading in you like a wild fire
Blue, the color of sorrow, chilling your bones like ice
Black, the color of hatred, coursing through your veins like
a snake
Green, the color of tranquility, sweeping over you like wind
in a field
Pink, the color of humiliation, bubbling in your stomach like
a witch's pot
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