Who can love me this nineteen year old, manic depressive, angel whose countenance has harden by years of emotional turmoil Who can love me this fragil angel with broken wings afraid and unable to comprehend love whose heart is filled with irraticle anger stemmed from years of emotional abuse Who can love me this misunderstood, suicidal, angel with a halo of raging storm clouds whose life is as worthy as a nuclear holocaust years filled with emotional distress a calming reality that each day may be her last
Reason for writing:
Loneliness
Birth sign: Virgo
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