"Look, Taka, I can fly!"
I didn't matter how many times I had told her she was my angel, no wings would grow out on her. Angels don't exist, and even if they did she would never be one of them. At least not one of the pure, innocent angels that people believe in. No, she would be an Angel of Death, an Angel of Destruction.
And that sick, dark
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Oh gosh... is a really god history!!
is kinda poetic *-*
I lov it!
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