Her soul is bleeding,
her colors are fading;
instead of becoming nothing,
she chose to give away her everything.
And so...
The world around her
suddenly turned brighter,
and there she was
slowly becoming duller.
The pain was unbearable
yet she silently endured it all,
she held the brush in her hand
and painted until the end.
Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 5:47 AM UTC
Her soul is bleeding,
her colors are fading;
instead of becoming nothing,
she chose to give away her everything.
And so...
The world around her
suddenly turned brighter,
and there she was
slowly becoming duller.
The pain was unbearable
yet she silently endured it all,
she held the brush in her hand
and painted until the end.
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