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I’m the angel,
A shining light in a land of dark. Temptation rises, And slowly I feel myself fall down. Falling from grace, I begin to see the world through your eyes. A tainted view, Of a life so hard to live with. Weak like you, Where is the strength you all depend on? Like a child, Losing mother’s hand–on my own. When will it stop? As black leaves fall around my body. Falling so fast, My life crashes to rock bottom. I’m weak, Like you.
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