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I painted me an angel, through depression,

hoping it would come to life.

It was blurry through my tears,

but yet flawless in the light.



The colours were vibrant,

and it made me feel dull.

I prayed to that angel to save my soul.



The angel stared at me,

with its' blue eyes so kind.

I wondered if that angel

could save me in time.



When I finished painting,

all was silent through the air.

I waited for someone

to answer my prayer.



I painted me an angel

so that I could once believe in faith.

I painted that angel

with the perfect face.



I prayed to the angel,

I asked for forgiveness.

Blurry through my tears,

she remained on the canvas.