paint it red.
she cries an cries her tears paint the floor blue she gazes into the dark as her depression paints the walls gray she fights and fights only to keep losing her losses paint the walls white for she has nothing to show from her battles she has a moment of happiness the walls are yellow. that is only for the moment she stares at the empty walls as the gray and darkness set in again except this time she doesn't fight. she knows the pain all to well she is tired. she knows how this will end with the walls painted red.....
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