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More insight into her brokeness |
| Her life, all of it was black, white, and gray. He stepped in and suddenly there reds of passion, blues of romance, yellows of happiness, greens of comfort. He left her with a deep burgundy of burning embarrassment. Brown of ignorance. Stark black, ebony, of depression. He had healed her, but then he destroyed her. Now everything she sees, hears, or does reminds her of him. She cannot escape. She's chasing her friends away, involuntarily blaming them. She craves the love he thought he felt. What is she to do? |