Her hair wasn't the normal red of a night sky, or the red of the brick outside of her house, but the red of the last embers in a fire, struggling to live and trying to encourage everyone to stay alive with them. Hair sometimes says a lot about personality. She was always bringing people up, but sometimes, when that one person came along, needing help, she gave herself to them. Thus hurting herself. But she never cares. All she cares about is saving those other people, and all she needs is that bit of oxygen herself. Just that little bit of help from the right, talented person and she can help so many more. Just that spark of kindness and she's complete. She does more than she thinks she does, as she always puts herself out when no one's there.
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Random Thoughts By Me
RandomThis is going to be a book completely about the random thoughts I have on a day to day basis that are really weird a lot of the time. Have fun!
