My Own Angel

My Own Angel

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What if you where 18 and watching tv when a doorbell rang?? You would answer the door right! But what would you do if you saw nothing, and then looked down....to see a new born baby huddled up in a blanket with a note on top! We would all probably freak out!! And then we would read the note. But what's on the note?? You can't read it, its wet from the rain. You are trying to understand the words when a small cry comes from the dirty bruised baby. Then comes the question, "What do I do now??!!" Find out on "My Own Angel!"
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I was just thinking. I swear. But maybe my mind over thought. It's weird that everything can seem so simple, straight forward. Black and white. Two colors. So obvious. So there. Him and Her. Two people. So obvious. So there. But once you add gray, things get kind of complicated. Then you add color. And it's a wonderfully complicated bright world. She's two in one. The storm and the shade. No one ever stops to thank the storm for shading them from what's above it. What if the sun was too strong, too powerful that day and the storm came along just to protect us all from it? It was this epic battle between the two and the storm was hurting and it cased all this damage to the earth. No one thanks the storm for its sacrifice when it finally loses the battle and the sun shows its smug face. We all hate the storm for the disaster it created and praise the sun, when the storm just wanted to protect us. The storm and the shade. She's the storm and the shade. She's the chaos and the calm. Only I can't see the chaos. Not fully. She's keeping it all inside. All I see is the calm. I can tell though. I can tell there's chaos. I just can't see it. It's not so black and white. It's not a simple boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. It never was. But I like her. I do. The storm and the shade.

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