Little boy: "Are you an angel?"
Me: "What?"
Little boy: "My mom said only Angels have marked wrists."
Me: "I'm not an angel."
Little boy: "Of course you are. My mom said only Angels harm themselves because they don't like life on earth. This world is destroying them so they try to return to heaven. They are too sensitive to the pain of others and their own."
Me: "Your mother is very wise."
Little boy: "Thank you, my mom is an angel too but she has already returned home."
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The answers that aren't true
PoetryJust a few poems and such about my life how I'm feeling and what I'm going through. Unless stated with ~broken angel, the poems aren't mine I only found them online. *TRIGGER WARNING*
