Here’s an angel with broken wings, and a stuffed heart that bulges with emotions. She’s exhausted and desolate and weary of empty assurances, worthless hopes, and falsified truths. Hark, for she’s an angel and you’ve seen her smile, through tragedies and nightmares. And you’ve known her vanished tears to be yours, you’ve held her faith and trusted her strength. You have been the true friend, to her. Behold, for you’ve witnessed, the rise and fall of an angel. She might have been, at a time indeed, the one you found staring back at you from a mirror, but then, she was an angel, and you, your wings are gone.