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| ~ Angel ~ Her halo is slipping low... once gold, it now is tarnished. Feathers falling from broken wings... still her chains hold her down. Her perfect face, her perfect tears, her perfect pain, her desperate fears. She needs her pills to make her fly, but then they let her fall down to the dark despair beneath her. In the mirror I see her... the angel cries. ~ Storm ~ ( Age 14) |
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