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As I lay here in my bed an angel walks through my dreams. I was once known for my secrets and my pain, she has taken this from me. I lay and watch the stars knowing this is right, as I blow a kiss to no one and wish her a peaceful night. I will walk in her dreams, and know that she is safe for the pain that I have known is the pain that she takes. Though I never see this angel she walks with me in my dreams, the angel of pain is no longer alone, though she is farther then she seams. He can not wake to kiss her lips, no gently touch her skin, he wakes to know that each day bring her closer to him. This angel has shown him that he is never alone, he stands proud of the life he lived and knows she calls him her own. For I was once the angel of  pain, wrong as this  may seem. Walking alone with no real soul to share the things that I have know. He has found a guiding light and now wishes on the stars. For The Angel of Pain, now has an angel of his own.