Little boy: Are you an angel?
Me: What?
Little boy: My mum told me that those who have marked wrists are angels.
Me: I'm not an angel.
Little boy: Of course you are. Mum said that only angels harm themselves because they don't like life on earth. This world is destroying them so they try to return to heaven again. They are too sensitive to the pain of others and their own.
Me: You know, your mum is very wise.
Little boy: Thank you. She's also an angel but she has already returned home.
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
