An angel from heaven
Once told me
You have to fly the farthest
And grow your wings
But my wings have been burnt, torn, and broken
That my flight skills
Have been demolished
Some might even say killed
With what little is not harmed
Should carry me through life
But with life comes problems
With wings torn by knives
So as I dig out the knives
That you buried in my back
I will throw them aside
For with love, I am a maniac
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