Monday, September 28, 2015

Halos and Pitchforks

Darling, it's official, you're my daemon. People have pushed you so far passed the breaking point and yet you're still whole, trying to find a reason to believe in the light I'm offering every situation. You're begging for change, tired of keeping yourself up at night so you can bury your dreams alive. It's official, you're my daemon, so let me be the fallen angel pulling you up to unclaimed ground. 

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