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Oct 2018
My wings were beaten down,
I fell and hit the ground.
Learning to deal with the pain,
my tears fall down like the pouring rain.
Was an angel, now a broken shell,
born in heaven, put through hell.
If I wish to touch the sky,
I must take these broken wings and learn to fly.
KittenKat1
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