I feel the wind rush by my face.
A momentary bliss of freeness.
I open my wings...
I cry out in pain...
Broken and torn I fall from his grace...
Crashing to ground...
Crying in fear...
Pain is my home...
Love is my fear....
I fell from his grace...
I wander alone..
Lost without friends...
Lost without hope.
This is me...
This is who I am...
Lost to this day...
Lost till the end...
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A broken heart cannot beat. But a head one can, why dose my heart not beat if I love?
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Crazy_Angel_2007
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