It is red.
Some see it white.
Some felt that it's hot.
Some discover that it's cold.
Some find it beautiful.
Some feel that it's ugly.
Some say it's scary.
Some find it cowardly.
Some say it is cathartic.
Some name it as childish acts.
Some find it useful.
Some discover that it is pointless.
Some say it is rare.
Some call it common.
Some spill it everywhere.
Some keep it in a bottle.
Some make it physical.
Some prefer it verbal.
Some give it to others.
Some get it from others.
Most prefer not to see it at all.
A handful would say it's their preferred status.
Most become their slaves.
Little are made their masters.
Everyone has it.
No one loves it.
Some see it white.
It is red.
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