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Jul 2022
Small shards of glass
Precious and rare
Few even know they exist

But when a Angle cries
you watch not just the action
but you feel their soul in pain

The dam they created
finally comes crashing down
as they break


And with time
they build the dam back up
and smile with their glowing smile
once more

always finding the light
through the storm
Writing of the Unknown
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