If her wings are clipped.
If her halo is lost.
If her heart is broken.
And her soul is damaged.
Would you still see her beauty?
No matter what she looks like.
No matter how dark she is.
No matter how broken she is.
Would you still love her?
Would she still be an angel in your eyes?
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Dancing in my depression
RandomThese are all of the depressing thoughts that go through my head every day. I write all of these myself.
