I could see the sadness in her eyes, the wanting for things to be better, but she knew to believe that would only be a lie.
I saw that angel with her wings torn, pretending badly that she was all right.
There was no shine to her anymore,just a fading light.
It broke my heart to see her like this, she was so pure years before. I loved her how I remembered her, but now I love her more. If I could make her world better or even just alright it would bring back what made her special, what the world seemed to not think was right.
The world put her through a hell by making her fall in love, then taking it from her when she thought it couldn't get any better, that it was more than enough. The good die young but not always a physical death. Sometimes it's the death of emotion to take their best.
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