You say you fight demons.
You say you live in your own private hell.
You say you have too much going on.
You're afraid of hurting me.
You won't.
We both have too much going on.
You live in life, which yes, can be hell.
But only angels can fight demons.
And you won't trust them.
You say you live in your own private hell.
You say you have too much going on.
You're afraid of hurting me.
You won't.
We both have too much going on.
You live in life, which yes, can be hell.
But only angels can fight demons.
And you won't trust them.
posted by dyingember at 11:01 AM
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(...probably heard this)
Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, "grow, grow" -the talmud
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