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I like this
Obviously I was a little craptastic at the time.
~*Written 9/16/01*~
Her hair hung in her face, as tears wet her cheeks. The room was dark, and she was hugging her knees in the corner. Alone, all by herself. Her wings sagged against her thin back, torn and bloody. You couldn't fly - not with wings like those. It was cold and raining outside. Ironic. Even if she was capable of flying the wind would force her to the ground anyway. Her friends had left, and all the angel had left was herself and her bloody, torn wings.
~*Written 9/16/01*~
Her hair hung in her face, as tears wet her cheeks. The room was dark, and she was hugging her knees in the corner. Alone, all by herself. Her wings sagged against her thin back, torn and bloody. You couldn't fly - not with wings like those. It was cold and raining outside. Ironic. Even if she was capable of flying the wind would force her to the ground anyway. Her friends had left, and all the angel had left was herself and her bloody, torn wings.