||My Wings||

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Harrowing were the stings,
When they clipped off my wings.
Now what joy could you ever bring?
I no longer wish to sing;
Of the rationale behind my mirth,
Or of the wonders of the Earth.
I have begun to question my worth,
They've left me lifeless on the dirt.
Bereft of my wings,I shall never know the skies;
Tears of questioned sanctity trickle from my eyes.
Beyond those clouds,I'll never know what lies;
Their odious lunacy,I despise.
I still feel the stings,
From when they clipped off my wings.

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[A/N:When you clip away the wings of little angels,they're no longer themselves.So don't be an object of their despise.Just let them fly.
^^weird,ik.
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