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mine & hers
Sunday, December 25, 2005
5:01 PM

A Book : _Line 02.1

Story of Fallen Angel

I don’t know what’s happening. One thing I know: I’m falling. Where are my wings? Last time they saved me and flapped their feathers high. The light that I love so much, now is just the smallest dot in the middle of this darkness. I would never be able to come back again. This hole is just too dark, too deep and too cold. Pushing me down, deeper and deeper.

This is the story of fallen angel.
A story of angel who gave up her bright heaven for only her love.

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