Paperback Diaries
Monday, January 6, 2014
She was a different kind of bitter, the kind that is sad.
A fearless sad that turned her favorite color from grey to blue.
The kind of blue that fades to grey with looming thunder.
She was drowning but no one saw her struggle,
just the bubbles.
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