to my fallen angel
i am who i am, i am caring...maybe too much for my own good. i am an artist in which i hope my word will change the lives of those who need my guidance. i am my own...there are none others like me, i am chivalrious....i am charming...i am cunning and willing to do all i can for a fellow friend...but most of all...i am a fool, for i had an angel whose smile could shed light on the darkest of days and calm the roughest of seas....and that angel shed her immortal wings to spend her days with me...and as she shed her wings for my love...i opened my shattered heart for her own, for the reason that i had promised that no other sucubus would ever again break my heart, but she was different, for the angel that i truly did love, did i let fall into the depths of my own stupidity...she was grace in every sense of the word....and as again thethe rigid knife peirce my sewn together heart...but when i gazed upon the hand that held it...i realized it to be my own. i had torn not only apart my own soul, but the innocence of my own earth bound angel.
For she had put her faith in me...just as for me to tear her away....i made this beautiful creature shed a tear, and thereforedo not for any circumstance, deserve forgivness....for now you see as my reason to consider myself a fool....i had my chance to be happy....and now that chance, like my heart....will never be whole again. So to that fallen angel, im sorry....for being such a fool
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