Angel was her name,
Beauty was her color,
Caught between
Delusional and
Elusive, she
Found herself in
He who guides the
Indecisive, the
Jaded, the ones
Kissed by the Devil.
Lost in a world
Marred by tragedy and
Neglect, she
Opens herself to the Lord,
Questioning none,
Reaching for all,
She found hope.
Torn no more,
Unsure no more,
Vexed no more, she spreads her
Wings, and
Yearning no more, she leaves with

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