Angel
Hollow like the pipe she’s smoking.
Hit after hit will she ever quit.
Drowning her sorrows with all of the smoke. Always claiming this is her last toke.
“Never again I’m going strait” is what she’d say.
Then she’d be gone the very next day.
You see her heart was broken and there was no fix
So she masked the pain.
pretended she was sane.
she never had a choice but to abuse it.
Because They took her voice before she even got a chance to use it.
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