I believe in angels, but not the kind with wings, and not the kind with halos. The kind that hold you tightly, when you just want to let go. The kind that wait to catch you, when you feel like you’re going to fall. Who point you in the right direction, when your path isn’t clear. The kind that try to heal you, when you’re hurt and confused. The kind that no matter what happens, will always be there for you to carry you home.
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