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The angel's wings were grey, her attire not so gra

The angel's wings were grey, her attire not so grand. I seemed to be her prey as she shot her heavy wand. She cast on me, some spell that made my life a sort of hell. Many fairies walked into my life, but this fairy let me walk my life. Her sharp eyes saw my deepest self. She wanted to bring it out. She did, and she fled. Her trails, all golden. Yet feared by men and women. CRISIS, a unique fairy that cast her spell to let me free. Not free from Sorrow's invasion, but from my life-like illusion. Not a fairy tale! But, well, a fairy's trail.
The angel's wings were grey, her attire not so grand. I seemed to be her prey as she shot her heavy wand. She cast on me, some spell that made my life a sort of hell. Many fairies walked into my life, but this fairy let me walk my life. Her sharp eyes saw my deepest self. She wanted to bring it out. She did, and she fled. Her trails, all golden. Yet feared by men and women. CRISIS, a unique fairy that cast her spell to let me free. Not free from Sorrow's invasion, but from my life-like illusion. Not a fairy tale! But, well, a fairy's trail.
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