Let’s see what happens . .

Looking past it all,

Or at least trying.

So what if I have nothing?

Have no one.

Tired of being their fallen angel anyway.

Used long enough to lift them up,

Then left alone.

Go on,

Just leave me here.

I don’t care anymore.

These wings don’t fit me anymore anyway.

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The wings won’t come off.

Want so much to be heartless,

Use them like they use me,

But I’m not like that.

Well,

I suppose I am.

Using until it suits me,

I’m no better than them if I continue.

Maybe it’s what I deserved.