corrupted divinity
pov poetry
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My wings were clipped when I was young
Cut off by an unjust god and forced bleeding to do Her bidding
Tormented by nightmares and
My mind completely ruined
I do not belong as I am now
I am not the same person I was when I was a child
I don't expect my family to recognize me and
I think they're safer if they don't.