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It's a child dear hold it close


A child claude in white with beautiful wings and a heart warming smile.

This is the modern image of an angel.

But that is only a myth for even a child's mind can be corrupted.

All it takes is one bad influence and that seemingly perfect child can become a monster.

With a smile that only shows greed and eyes that are lifeless.

Because they know nothing.

Only what they were taught but that is purest form of magic.

Simply raising a child is simple.

But loving a child with all your heart is something that not anyone can do.

Its devotion and love that determine a child's future.

It's love that makes a child truly shine.


 

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