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I am an angel who once could fly so high in the sky.

But look at me now.

My wings are broken and my dreams are shattered.

I sit apon this ladder every day,

I ask myself,

I could fly with the birds,

And most importantly watch over my loved ones,

Sore like an eagle,

Fly with my new friends,

And watch my friends sore through the sky.

I can not help anyone without my wings.

I am nothing now but a ghost in the shaddows.

How can an angel break it's wings

And watch everything pass right infront of it

Without being able to do a thing.