Alright, I can't guarantee that this will be the last time I expound on you, yet I guarantee this time it will be unique.
Each time I compose I swear I can hear your voice coming clean with me to compose, I was never adequately daring to tune in, however this time there is something else.
This time I compose with a messed up heart, a debilitated soul and a pen that is not normal for whatever other pen, this pen is unique.
..........Angel.........
"No, no please!" I argued
While my father proceeded
Strolling toward my bed
"You did it! You killed her"
He shouted
"Stop this! You're plastered" I answered
Embracing my legs
I saw his eyes
Which just held
Outrage and scorn
He snatched my shirt
What's more, punched me, hard
"If not for you!
If by some stroke of good luck you had kicked the bucket,
My significant other would have been here
She would have made due"
I shut my eyes
What's more, got the beating
Until I became numb
Till everything quit harming
At the point when he had enough
He left the room
Leaving me lying there
Harming and dying
okay babe Then, at that point, my telephone vibrated
I gradually got it
To see the word 'Holy messenger'
Furthermore, a heart at the top
My lips bended to grin
Then, at that point, I tapped on the screen
"Hi child" she sang
Furthermore, my tears began falling
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This pen never lies, in any case, this pen can likewise move around reality, keep away from it, until ultimately reality becomes something else.
This different truth isn't completely false, it's the standard, worn out truth, time has destroyed her, her lovely face is presently not appealing, her uproarious voice is as of now not courageous, and her moxy is simply unique.
Alright, I know, I'm as yet not coming clean, all things considered, I was never a reality teller, yet you expressed it previously, all men are liars, and I'm the same.
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