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My Immortal Part 5 Her Thy Goddess
Above the building grief, a dishonest one can never be forgiven.. Tempts at redemption would be relentless, for us the people could never admit this but we shall hold our anger at a distance..
Then came a bit of disbelief... That she would be released to slay the beast to give us some relief... She's the difference of feelings, butterflies into the purple nighted skies, a beautiful intelligent circle of happiness lit up her eyes...,
Love.... It was created by a bubble, she came to us when we were in trouble.. Beneath the sheets, she'd be the reason we'd be at peace when we fell deep asleep...
A dark shade of grey would turn to color, I knew then I would always love her... Her Thy Goddess.... Had taught us how to deal with endless things we could feel...
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