Short, but I wanted to update today. Nothing much to say, except Merry belated Christmas (since I didn't update during that time), and hopefully, I can have the next chapter up tomorrow or the day after.
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Disclaimer: I don't own PRMF.
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Crimson
Crimson may be seen as red
Crimson may be seen as cherry.
I find it ironic that it can be related to red, my former color.
My son is Red.
I passed it down.
But Crimson is still a strong color.
I love it.
It isn't red.
Yet, it isn't Purple.
Not that all Purple is bad, I mean my niece is always decked in Purple or White.
But the Purple I wore wasn't pure.
It was tainted with shadows.
I like Crimson much better.
Crimson stands out.
It's bright.
It's also a mix between White and Red.
Well, that's Pink, but it still works.
Crimson is lighter than Red.
It's older.
But it's always there to help.
Crimson doesn't like to be left alone. It needs company.
It always wants to help.
I am like Crimson.
I am Crimson.
It is in my blood.
It's in my son's blood.
I no longer deck the evil Purple.
I sport Crimson.
And I am proud of it.
I adorn Crimson.
My son may have taken Red away, but he deserves it.
For now I have Crimson.
I wear Crimson.