The world is behind me–
I’m taken away on a silver platter.
I’m wary and battered.
Bruises on the surface tear beneath the skin
Ripping at my heart–
Begging to give in.
Yet, I fight as always and trust the whispers
Of angels above my shoulder.
Damaged Wings
Who Blogging Cares 
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