She was once,
a delicate child,
with full of fear.
Shiny and bright hopes,
appear,
then became,
her strength.
The world itself,
is so unwell,
crowded with evil,
and sin.
still the girl,
stepping alone with her desire.
She was hoping,
flowers will bloom,
in the middle,
of this sick world.
Only if she knows,
this world,
doesn't deserve,
a kind and fine angel,
like her.
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Shattered Wings
Poesíatorn apart felt so hard don't know where to start i let my loneliness top the chart
