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Feb 2014
Some angels fly and patrol the heavens i presume.
But i'm sure some angels walk amongst us.
They feel as we do, consume poisons and ache over sleepless nights.
They hallucinate and scream silent death wishes.
They have miserable birthdays, cursing the gift of life.

Existing rather.
Zara Wolfe
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Zara Wolfe  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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