an angel to broken to fly

an angel to broken to fly

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an angel who wing's are shining in the shadows sitting in the darkness fallen without the strength to Bear fighting with old demons who holds her close as she stands at the edge of sanity some angles crushe become they have been caught by a devil who's after More than a beautiful soul.
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He was the kind of man who ruled without lifting a hand, a shadow crowned in blood and silence. Power clung to him like a second skin, an aura so suffocating that the world bent beneath it. He was no saviour, no saint-only sin, sharpened and perfected, a man born to command and destroy in equal measure. She was the untouched angel, a heart woven of light in a world of shadows. Innocence flowed through her every word, kindness lingered in her every gesture, and her soul carried the warmth of a thousand suns. She was charming without effort, a friend to all, a spirit that lifted even the heaviest hearts. I am the stillness before ruin, the quiet promise of destruction. You are the angel I will chain to my darkness, the light I will scorch until it burns only for me. My love is no freedom-it is fire, a cage you will never escape. You are my eternal sin, my holy obsession, mine beyond time, beyond breath... even death will bow before my claim.

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