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Bars hold, that i hold with my hands of pale skin as i push and pull to get free from the bars that are never there but always inside of me
My potential is locked up with a key and seal the only one with the power is the dark angel that stays pint up inside of me crying and hurting as it wants to be loved by the ones that say i love you more and more.
This comforting felling that is needed for my angel with his wings made of back crow wings they eclipse the light in my heart and soul.
Painfully loving the felling that bars me as i hate it more and more crying out with no tears but the hurt inside that bars me as i hold the bars that keep my angle held in darkness more and more crying as the wings fall apart like butterflys wings fragles as the wind blows and as strong as a tree its self.
Crying with painful tatered crows wings as fragile as a butterflys and as strong as a tree all the more to cry as they are held by black cold bars that imprison them.