I found a feather falling from the crying sky. The sky was so beautiful *-* I wish I can fly. Then, an Angel came and told me to set for goals and finish them in order for me to find my wings. Then, I can test it if I really can fly.
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But! The Angel said, my wings is impaired and a little unwell just like my brain, because I've done evil things in my life. If I'll ever fail to fly, it means one thing. It means I have to say hi to fire.
Goals before R.I.P.:
□ Follow Everyone
□ Say Goodbye to friends
□ Find my wings
□ Fly or Fall with my wings
spread high.
- Overdosed with Medicines x.x
- JoinedJuly 26, 2015
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