Nightmares, Nightmares, Nightmares

Nightmares were quiet. They sneak like a snake with a bad attitude. Infect and steal, trap and gorge--Nightmares made Angel feel useless. Worthless, small, strung, and broken. A mind without wings, angry at the world for no reason. Angel tried not to judge, tried not to bring the worst out of people. The nightmares, though, …

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