She has grown ever more then before. Her life twisted and turned like a dusty barren road. only every speck of dirt, every grain of sand was one more obstical draining at her will. She has died on that long road more than once. The painful hurt of every cursed word, every emotion gone too far. Another stab, another grind at her heart. She spoke to herself late at night. Perhaps there is something there waiting to look at her. A person who would care? but no. She spoke to those without names, they held her close but not to care. They were selfish, just as they were on earth, only wanting their legacy to move on. She would cry at night, she would pretend they cared.
In the end, the child parished. Floated away with the wind as no one would remember her. No one would care.
What would you do if you were an angel boud to earth to help others? What would you think of all the immorral acts, the sinful thoughts? What would you do when you could never feel love from another but always had to give it? What would anyone see but the crying child every night. She sat there every day praying for you. She spoke to you helping you. But in the end, she would only fail. Her one goal, her one dream in life was to make everyone happy. But the wind was not in her fvor and she crumbled into the abyse.
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