THE ANGEL WITH TOXIC WINGS
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Last published Thu, Jul 1, 2021
About the book.
It's focused on more than one idea; it surrounds itself around the authors personal experiences from friendships to her lucid dreams.
Angel with toxic wings is a trace into the realm of feelings vs the state of consciousness.
Do not get surprised when you read this, head in open minded and tone ready.
Remember you can be an angel but as a human you will always be a victim to certain things, and many will view you as toxic. So, wrap yourself in those wings knowing they are protecting something pure inside.
Imagine it like this, toxicity from the world trying to poison your pureness but your wings deciding to sacrifice themselves to let the poison harm them instead of the angel you are.
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