It's been an hour living in this world. Somewhere called N-New York City is where I now live. Yep, you guessed it, out on the streets. All alone,in the dark. In the cold. In a world with bad and good people all around .
A day without darkness, a day without Depression or doubt. A day without slavery or hurt. Day not being on the death list. Everyone in New York is miserable but for once I'm happy. Little shops all around. Allies being my new home. But most importantly, finding myself
No money, no food, and no rules.
No house for someone like a mouse, like me. The only thing I need, is to be me. Me being free.
One thing about us demeans or angels or whatever I am is that I can see both deman and angle. Everywhere I turn I see one, but is it the right one. I am a creature known for man kind.
No longer a princess, no longer a demon. Is Miranda my name? The numbers are inconclusive. Is that my life? An inconclusive number,an infinite number? I can't tell if my life is heading in the wrong or right direction. I can't tell if there is a direction, a hint, a clue, a source, what does being human mean?
What was music, art, dance, sports, what did they mean. Being confused isn't my thing but now it is. Getting a job I'm sure it's not easy, but I'll do anything to keep form being sucked back into hell.
What am I ?
What creature am I ?
Who was I?
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Demon Human Or Angel
Mystery / ThrillerI Miranda , am a demon. My parents the demon queen and king. But when I find out I'm not I can't think. I have to go, go to earth. How long can I deal with a huge lie being revealed. Am I a demean? Am I human? Am I an angel? What am I?
