regional at best.

that shade has turned to red

song: ruby

you're an angel fallen down
won't you tell us of the clouds?
you have fallen from the sky
how high, how high

trigger warnings// death mentions

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There was this girl.

She was small, probably 6 years old. She had this long, brown hair that was soft to the touch. Her eyes were large and innocent, the color of the raindrops you see falling on a rainy days. She had the biggest smile, one of her front teeth was missing and was destined to grow back. Her purity was overwhelming beautiful.

I watched her grow from a crying infant to a dancing little girl. She flourished in more ways than physical. Her eyes sparkled with child life, the best kind. The kind that wasn't muddled with the horrors of the real world.

I'd push her on the swings. I'd give her a band-aid for her "booboos." I'd kiss her forehead after she got her round of shots when they needed to be renewed. She was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen.

But, one day, a toxicated driver rammed mercilessly into the car we were in. I blacked out the moment it happened, and when I awoke, I was told that my precious girl had passed in the wreck. The nurse told me that it was quick and painless, she hadn't felt anything.

But, I knew that was a lie. She felt it. And grief absolutely wrecked me, inside and out. I sobbed. I screamed. I begged. That girl did not deserve this. She was so young and helpless. It made my head burn.

She was my ball of light. My pure joy. She was all I needed to help my sad days become more. My angel that was born into a corrupt world.

At least, I could live with the fact that shes somewhere far better than here. She's where she belongs. She's where everything is absolutely beautiful.

But although that may be true, nothing can measure up to a parent's grief.

Nothing can measure up to the agony that will never leave.

My beautiful girl.

May you find peace.

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you're true and pure
you hold the cure
we're all diseased
you hold the key