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<div class="bio">once upon a time a <strong>girl</strong> met an <em>angel</em>. he was so different from others <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">like</span> him. too <strong>curious</strong> about earthly things. so he <em>fell</em>. beautiful wings engulfed in flames as he hurtled towards an <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">unforgiving</span> planet. the scars still there <em>across</em> his shoulder blades, scars among the <strong>many</strong> that he tried to <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">hide</span>. and the girl fell in love with <em>him</em> in every way that it is <strong>possible</strong> to fall in love as a <em>flawed</em> and <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">fragile</span> human. but his love was too <strong>powerful</strong> and beyond her <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">understanding</span> with a <em>limited</em> mind and all of those <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">doubts</span> and weaknesses that had been planted <strong>inside</strong> and made to <em>bloom</em> in the center of her <strong>soul</strong> over the years. and she <strong>foolishly</strong> turned the fallen angel's <em>love</em> away. then the <strong>cold</strong> set in. and it was the <em>longest</em> and most <strong>brutal</strong> winter of her life. no matter what she did to <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">move on</span>, he kept her heart with <em>him</em>. she grew angry and bitter. she <strong>lashed out</strong>. punched her own <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">metaphorical</span> walls until her knuckles were left <em>raw and bloodied</em> and her spirit was left <strong>crippled</strong>. on life support.then one day, at the <em>precise</em> moment she <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">couldn't</span> bear the pain <strong>constantly</strong> weighing on her chest, the <em>angel</em> returned. the sound of <strong>his voice</strong> an overwhelming <em>force</em>. all at once, she <em>admitted</em> what had been <strong>true</strong> all along. the girl fell to her knees, <em>realizing</em> for the <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">first time</span> that she had nothing to <em>fear</em> any longer. the heavy weight now <strong>gone</strong>. she kisses those <em>scars</em>, now. they'll <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">never</span> heal, but every day they <strong>hurt</strong> a little less.</div>
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