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Angel


She's the devil He's never done anything wrong. She cuts her wrist and watches the blood. He helps the sick They go to the same school Stuck in different worlds They both want out They can't take the pain Once october day when they meet at last She teachs him the world of rock He teachs her God's word and they become best friends As the years rolled by One thing came to another She became the mother of his daughter She was adorable With her mom's blonde curls, and her dads blue eyes They loved her so much a miracle from above An angel with care Thirteen years of age was the little girl when the doctor had said she had no chance The cancer had spread She didn't have long Chemo wouldn't work Her last words as she looked up at her parents were "I will look over like an angel from above" on her grave stone written nice and neat "dancing with the angels having fun and laughing we will miss you dearly until next time we will meet again"
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