A little boy asked me if i was an angel. " What?", I replied. "My mom told me that those who have marked wrists are angels". "I'm not an angel", I replied. "Of course you are. Mum said that only angels harm themselves because they don't like life and earth. This world is destroying them, so they try to go back to heaven. They're too sensitive to the pain of others, and their own". I stood there shocked. "You know, your mum is a very wise person". "Thank you!", the little boy replied. "You know, she is also an Angel but, she already returned home"...
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Are you an Angel?
PoetryI think this has already been posted on Wattpad but I just felt like also doing it. The story is not mine, I just simply copied the text. Please know that you are loved no matter what ♡
