• Kiera Rowland
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Broken Angel

"Unable to fly, I spread my broken wings, pain surging from them to my back, and onward. An unearthly scream is heard; was it my own? I tear through the night, parting the rising mist, searching for someone, something. A reason, a purpose for being. A person. Hope. My broken wings hang worthless behind me, a reminder of my loss. I scream again into the dark night, an inhuman scream that echoes back, leaving me no peace. I collapse to the ground. I scream again, and raise my head and look to the distant moon, a silvery beacon of light. " This was a post in a Livejournal community, 100 words. It had nothing to do with my mood, and it inspired this picture. Yus. Har.

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