My Fallen Angel, why must you cut?
Your skin so soft, I think it's had enough.
My Fallen Angel, why can't you eat?
Surely you'll stand on your two feet.
My Fallen Angel, why don't you guide me?
Help this madness growing inside me.
My Fallen Angel, you understand like no other!
Please get better, so I'll have hope that I can recover.
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