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In my summer, that felt like winter
I was forsaken as forsaken could be . Feeling ugly, and all so Incredibly empty
Undesirable in my own image oh how backwards
But it was a given
That an angel who believes in me
Would be sent down from the heavens
in order to assist me and to heal my wounds
All the battles and insecurities were washed
Away by her presence
She was the swat team to my demons
And As the moons came and went
I stared At them in hope, with her in mind
Unfortunately , Her beauty is something,
I would never touch
Yet it brought me life,
As if magic water
Was poured on a dying flower
At the witching Hour
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