Part V
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The nagging persistent melody
That is my guardian Angel speaking
Nudging me in the right direction
He will not leave me
I do not want Him to
But if I have my way
I might end up letting them both stay
For without the voice of rage
Depression
And lust
The strength of my Angel
Will be not known
Wings will wrap around me
As will His hands
But I will never know
How strong I will have to be
To resist the voice
Whispering to me
When it comes
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Nadea x
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