angels fighting

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She is a wonder, that I cant explain. She is such a beautiful, beautiful creature. I swear she's magic.

Her eyes. Are so dark. But still so light. Her eyes remind me of hot chocolate. You know, the type of hot chocolate is your mom used to make after you come inside the house, after hours of playing in the snow. And it was just perfectly warm enough to start warming your cold hands. And just sweet enough that you could drink it all and then immediately ask for more. That's what her eyes look like.

But sometimes, you can see the sadness in her eyes. Not exactly the type of sadness of anything. But of everything. The sadness from coming from a terrible broken home, that she doesn't even call home anymore. The sadness from the bullying of being different, but she's not that different. The sadness that comes from too many heartbreaks.

And still there's that little but of light in her eyes. The light that looks like hope. The hope for a better future where she wont have to remember her childhood. The hope that she could make a difference in this world, even if it was small and slightly irrelevant. The hope for finding someone that wont hurt her, ever.

Her eyes look like Angel's Fighting

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