She was worst case scenario,
a thousand shades of sad.
When a supernova becomes a dying candle.
Effervescent beauty turned into a walking skeleton.
Translucent skin, taut over sharp bones.
A touch feels like a mere whisper of a thought.
Chopped hair, corrupted black.
Pale eyes, diluted pupils.
An inevitable ending to a most tragic story?
Hot tears burn the face of an already scarred child.
Just a child facing adult circumstances.
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