The angle

by Vickie   Mar 23, 2005


I look at my self every day and i wonder if i will ever be an angle?
i ask god every day if i can be an angle? and every day i sit and cut my self. but now something is different i see a white cloud and i see sun shine. i finally got my wish I'm an angle flying high in the sky.

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