the sunniest days leave the darkest nights,seasons shift while I constantly need to fight,I don’t see the beauty you glimps from a twinkling light,while the leaves turn colour, I only see black and white. hope is a foreign feeling I no longer enjoy,all it does is leave me feeling like a forgotten toy.it reeks havoc when ever near,and now it leaves me in constant fear. all I know is hope...
Angel with clipped wings
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