
Blue as the little girl that lives inside of her.
Crying. Climbing. But her overwhelming tears put her right back at where she begun. Climbing, Climbing.... the old battered ladder rungs splintering her tired fingers. Red blood sliding down the rungs. Pooling into the black abyss. Her mind swirling in a rainbow of colors engulfed by a deep crimson red. She continues the battle in dread. The white of her eyes no longer visible. Years of endless days and nights of this seemingly endless fight. She climbs desperately hoping to uncover the bright yellow sunshine that is hidden away inside. She notices that old ladder becoming new once again. The wounds on her hands have scarred and healed. She opens her eyes to find a smiling little dog by the name of Sunshine. She no longer has to climb!

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