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RuinedSunnuntai 08.11.2009 17:59

I'm ruined.
My heart is broken, my faith is gone, nothing matters. I just wanna leave.
Pain's power grows to me wings. Odd, they're beautiful, painless, perfect. One wing is four tall, red feathers. I rise high up in the air, to better place. I share a tear to my dears, the ones I cause pain by this. But when the fallen tear touches my wings, they set on fire. Flames are ripping my wings. The falling, burning pieces take my heartbeats with them. Wings carcass is melting and burning my skin, soft feathers are turning to ash. Wind blowes it away, and I start falling back to ground. The fire inside of me is burning my senses, my feelings. I'm dieing, the wings were my soul, and it's gone now. The fire inside of me is more painful than ever, but I'm not ready to close my eyes. I won't give up my burned breaths. I destroied my wings because I care. I decide to care the rest of my life. I decide to live for someone. The fire inside of me suddenly stops, the ice cold freeze covers it. I stand up and walk back the place they call my home. There's always soul. When first one leaves, other one grows. My new soul doesn't do anything but cares. My new wings are leather, and only one spike keeps them in shape. They are not made to escape, they are made to leave with someone, someone I love, someone I want to save from this pain in this world.

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