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<title>fallen angel - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>fallen angel</b></p>
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<p>published: 12-12-2015</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>once a week, she walks into her own prison cell<br />
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unaccompanied by any person guards but still forced<br />
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but she kills her mind and stores it away for future resurrection<br />
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before this place can kill it and keep her down</p>
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<p>these walls are covered in blood<br />
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swept under the carpet and painted white as angels<br />
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and as crooked as the compasses that think they need resetting<br />
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coerced into submission by the voices of sirens</p>
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<p>this place says that it’s a factory for peace<br />
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but it’s really a factory for pain and anguish<br />
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manifesting itself years later as a shattering of glass walls<br />
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or as a donning of masks and a suppression of minds</p>
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<p>she used to be the girl who could fly<br />
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until the stalking beings came and clipped her wings at an early age<br />
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and she has known nothing but a life-size cage with hellhounds waiting on the outside<br />
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but the house of wolves only started biting when she woke up with a key</p>
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