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Sep 2016
She had the most beautiful of wings,
and yet they couldn't save her.

She fell like a stone.

Why wouldn't you use your wings?
Why didn't you fly?


*Because my dear,
I saw no point in saving myself.
A Cup Of Sunbeams
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A Cup Of Sunbeams
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