I followed an angel, she beckoned me to awaken, lifted my soul into the night then showed me a picturesque view of my tainted life, I roamed high above the streets that I had once acquainted from child to young man, the view was spectacular, amazingly beautiful, yet sad, alone was I, beaten by shadows of undesirable torment, outward punishing torture, inwardly soul destroying pain, I asked the angel to take me home again for you see, I had no thirst to visit there again, to be shown the boy I should not have been, a child without a face, departed once from the human race.
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