There’s an angel crying in the moon light; she’s losing in her long hard fight. As her wrists are bleeding her heart is pleading. She only trusts the bottom of the bottle. The end of her life is coming at full throttle. As the tears run off her face she drifts off to a better place. When you find her with her white wings red please know you’re not the reason that she is dead.Tags: Despression, Suicide, Sad, Alone, Hurt
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