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ANGEL
where am i going wrong?
where is the cure?
looking for a simple sign
answers were once so clear.
wishful thinking...
stars keep blinking...
each already in use
i'll keep praying
God, betraying
i've never believed in 'good'
where is my angel?
swear she's bailed
feathers plucked for torture
come back to me!
the flying queen, it's too late... i've lost her.
Loved it. I could feel the
Loved it. I could feel the despair emanating from this passage. Nice piece of art! :D
Thank you, glad you enjoyed
Thank you, glad you enjoyed it :)