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through the broken glass comes angels with blackened wings with heavens' grace following them through the pain. once turned gold their hearts will be filled with images of hope and love that cannot be destroyed. the glass left marks and bruises unknown, but with outstretched arms you're safely surrounded, and are safely returned to where you belong. needed and loved, awake but dreaming...not quite sure of what it is, except that its all right, its all real...love...shattered hearts were abandoned then killed, pieces picked up one by one by one who cared too much to care that they were even shattered at all. no more suffering darkened thoughts, while sitting in a room of hate where everythings blocked out and theres no escape. The angels came and turned to light, flew above destruction to save your life.