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Friday, 5 October 2012
07:11:55 AM (GMT)
The heavens?
What are they?
They're the escape route to lifee!
Some Angels are beyond unfixxable.
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I walk with a tathered soul all withered and worn
I think everyday how to fix my broken wings
They no longer fly they no longer move but only hang
In fall I have such joy
The leaves colors bring my heart peace how they mix with the wind
When is there a day that I will be free from humanity
My wrists are burned from insanity
You have no place in my broken tathered tortured soul
There is no room for such hate
How does life start and end this way
I thought one day my heart would heal
I just have to wait for that perfect soul
With such beuty and rage
Till that day ill walk the hallways
With my tathered heart thar allows no one to rest in  this place
         - a poem by Angel Marie Jade Taylor(:


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