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"Why am I here?" I asked to no one in particular. I clutched at my gut as my stomach began to churn, something poisonous was rolling around inside me. I shook the room once again crying out as my wings fought for escape, they ripped through my flesh out of my back. It burned like hot lava flowing down my back. Both wings swallowed the confines of the small room. My left wing twitched as I could feel the tear in it. The pain was unbearable, being smashed into the earth was nothing compared to the tons of pain of an archangel's wing being severed. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
» jaĸə; тнə ғallən
