A grey cloud hangs over your head.
A grey scarf flaps in the wind where the little girl used to be.
A grey goose is sipped sullenly by a broken man.
A dirty grey bandage covers her broken hand.
A grey fleck mars the quality of his work.
In the shadows grey things lurk.
Eyes unblinking,
Claws unfiled,
Fangs unclean,
Bodies unpleasant,
Foul stench of their unholy existence messing with you
Getting in your head
Nagging you
Keeping you awake at night.
Until you realize, the negative opinion is giving by the person with the negative view of themselves.
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Nice... very good. D: Like, seriously!
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