A Question of Angels

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Shes physically full
But emotionally starving
It doesnt feel right
Not as right as does carving
She starves her body
Bleeds to know shes alive
To make the outside match
Yet somehow she survives
She drinks herself into oblivion
Tries to forget that she is living
But oxygen moves into her lungs
And the moments she keeps reliving
Shes fragile as an hourglass
Yet you would never know
The hours keep on ticking
And the signs shell never show
'Why am i alive' she asks
'When they say i should have died'
Its a question of angels
In her soul they reside





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