A fallen angel, lost in her own world.
A broken heart, unable to feel, unable to love, to cry and to laugh.
A wings that cannot fly, to takes her away, away from this darkness.
A body without a soul.
She's deafened by the silence.
The melody of death resounds in her head.
Bloods rushing, falling from her eyes.
Is she crying? Is she hurts?
Sorrows and fears are clearly written on her face.
She's fragile. She's alone. She's lost.
She's dying.
She's me.
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