Almost

 

I thought I could do it.

Let my grey take over. (That I wasn’t that vain to deny.)

Admittedly, I was curious. Silver locks amongst chestnut. Increasing strands of pure white.

But, we’re talking about a girl who loved purple fusion with kick ass red, all at once.

Layers of grey over years of plain, it’s just too much.

Now that I’m on the other side, I can look back. There’s no use painting over–just defining.

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