I hate red and blue lights. They remind me of ambulances, and police cars, and my worst hours. I had terrible flashbacks on the fourth of july.... I was curled on the floor of my closet, faced burned with tears, ears straninjg to downstairs where friendly police women where in my living room. I begged god not to put me in a foster home.......I saw the silent struggle for life on my bedroon floor. Blood coughed into my hands, to weak to get help. as the morning came I was found barely concious, bleeding, barly alive. red lights on my face. blue and blinding. I hate fireworks.
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