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Me
My body hurts
Like tiny knives
Stabbing me all over
I lay still
Movement prevokes the pain
The codene isnt working
Nothing works
No matter how much i take
Im not dependent
Im not strung out
At least i dont think i am
I feel like my body is rejecting me
Everything is breaking
I try but i cant fix myself
Im falling apart
Slowly yet fully consumming myself
In pain
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from the Havens I have fallen. . . to the earth as a mangled form. . . writhing in pain, my wings torn and bloodied. . . I have one purpose, only one goal. . . to find you and love you, for I am your. . . fallen angel
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