She couldn't give up on that Blue inside , because it stood by her shoulders in many Black days and White nights , that Blue stopped her from swaying side to side between the dancing words of others ,that Blue gave her much time to know who was she in that enormous crowd , and to estimate herself more , even though it was bringing wretchedness to her poor heart . By time , she became the Blue's master since that she founded a power in being sad and alone , the Blue was good enough to turn her better and to make her feel other colors simultaneously . She is no longer remorseful and the Blue is no longer harmful .
Giving up on something which was harmful for her wasn't a choice , she knew how to change the Blue into something that could calm her soul .
She made that Blue inside of her less dominant .She couldn't realize what was that color spilling over her hands , but she realized that it is powerful to the limit that it could stop her teary eyes from being lost on things she was never able to handle , and it was so pleasant for her to smile in the face of things for which she cried over long times .
