Angel feathers fill the sky. They fall to the ground, wither, and die. To a place where no one knows. And a place that no one goes. To hide from fear, and hide from it all. Even if they trip, and fall. This place we all fear. Too scared to even shead a tear. But we all act like its not true. Almost like we never knew.
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