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Some times I used to cry my self to sleep hoping tomorrow would be a better day.
Most days I wish I never wake up.
But I met you now I actually think I have hope for a better day.
I think you are an angle.
My guardian angle.
You are a pure saint from above and more people like me because of you.
the whole reason to not give up hope.
I also want to dedicate this poem to you.
Your an angle from above.
- by Mysterious Painter |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/27/2009 |
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- Title: Angle
- Artist: Mysterious Painter
- Description: This I personally Think is true sicence this realtes to me
- Date: 03/27/2009
- Tags: angle
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Comments (2 Comments)
- -Tessifer - 06/27/2009
- *not angle
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- -Tessifer - 06/27/2009
- It's spelled Angel, and angle. I loved your poem.
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