My AngelsI sit in a corner, shadow hiding my face, No-one knows I'm here. Salty tears roll slowly down my cheeks, As I remember my torment. The name-calling, the imitations, all because No-one understood my life, Or me. A candle flickers in the distance, The light grows stronger, as it draws near, And soon the shadow surrounding me weakens. I can't see the face of my saviour,My Angels
But they're surrounded by a halo of white. The candle dims for a moment, as if caught in a faint breeze. When is resurges to full strength, more flames spark into existence. They are constantly m
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Sex is a heradatory condition. If your parents never had it, chances are you won't either.
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Who loves orange soda?
I do, I do, I doo-ooo-ooo!
*pooke*
LOL...or I'll stab you between the eyes with a spork...
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Sex is a heradatory condition. If your parents never had it, chances are you won't either.
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Sex is a heradatory condition. If your parents never had it, chances are you won't either.
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