Pink to Gray in a Matter of Days



She was a light pink

Never scratched or bruised

Loving and kind


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


Eternally stressed

Never smiles 

Silent scowls

If compared to rain, she would be an ebony cloud.

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