Anonymous Writer95

Rookie (10-17-1995)

Biography of Anonymous Writer95

I started seeing my thoughts on paper when I was 13. I couldn't keep all my emotions contained and felt I had no one who cared enough to listen so I've been writing ever since. Updates

My Guardian Angel

Her heart's made of black matter, but no one really cares She's got the body of an angel, and that's all she ever wears You can see the black demons as they lay tortured inside And if you ask her about it, you might hear her cry

I'm the angel's trash, and the only one I was on my way up, but was having no fun So here I lie, without my love The angel's trash, the only one

Her soul's made of lost demons, but her beauty's like none Men lay at her feet, and she knows she's not won Her red wing

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