A picture of your fading guardian angel
has appeared on your paint slattered wall.
Giving up hope on you isn't quite easy,
but I promise it won't be much longer until,
I,
your guard through life will be gone.
I'm only an outline at the moment.
Don't you know you can turn to me with your problems?
Why did you think I was here?
My vision of you was quite wrong,
the single spark within you is now gone.
You can't expect me to stand through
watch your embers fade away.
Its what your doing to me...
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