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a girl with lots of love to give they ask her if she's doing okay, as they smile, laugh and live all she can say is 'my world is gray', a strange response she hopes they'll forgive the mornings always start the same, a coffee with extra cream a bottle of pills on her bedframe, in the mirror a lack of self esteem it's just another day another night approaches on a rainy day in May, her eyes scroll through her phone alone as messages begin to say, 'hey are you okay?' she wishes her response would elicit more than just a groan but all she can do is sigh and say 'my world is gray' fireworks color the night sky while children watch in glee but she sits alone on a soaked bench watching them play, an isolated ball tumbles her direction from behind a tree, each swirl of color shifting as it rolls her way her eyes lower towards it as she hears as clear as day 'hey are you okay?' a pair of bright eyes look up at her unknown to her their goal, with tears in her eyes she cries and meets the child's curious gaze her brain nervously grasps at words within her soul, she fumbles and stumbles on syllables to try and make them whole 'keep what you hold dear close to you, for once it's gone you'll say' 'my world is mute of color and all that's left is gray.'
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Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 9:31 PM UTC
gray
a girl with lots of love to give they ask her if she's doing okay, as they smile, laugh and live all she can say is 'my world is gray', a strange response she hopes they'll forgive the mornings always start the same, a coffee with extra cream a bottle of pills on her bedframe, in the mirror a lack of self esteem it's just another day another night approaches on a rainy day in May, her eyes scroll through her phone alone as messages begin to say, 'hey are you okay?' she wishes her response would elicit more than just a groan but all she can do is sigh and say 'my world is gray' fireworks color the night sky while children watch in glee but she sits alone on a soaked bench watching them play, an isolated ball tumbles her direction from behind a tree, each swirl of color shifting as it rolls her way her eyes lower towards it as she hears as clear as day 'hey are you okay?' a pair of bright eyes look up at her unknown to her their goal, with tears in her eyes she cries and meets the child's curious gaze her brain nervously grasps at words within her soul, she fumbles and stumbles on syllables to try and make them whole 'keep what you hold dear close to you, for once it's gone you'll say' 'my world is mute of color and all that's left is gray.'
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Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 9:31 PM UTC
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