Pink to Gray in a Matter of Days
Originally,
She was a light pink
Never scratched or bruised
Loving and kind
Optimistic
Without worrys
All smiles
Soft giggles
If compared to rain, she would be a gentle drizzle.
Now though,
She is a dark gray
Beaten down and hurt greatly
Solemn and depressed
Pessimistic
Eternally stressed
Never smiles
Silent scowls
If compared to rain, she would be an ebony cloud.
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