I am a demon. I am an angel. I am dangerous to be around, but I wouldn't let anyone hurt you if it meant the death of me. I am not bad, but I am not good either. I am spreading my wings in hell. I show my horns in heaven. I am not dead. I am not alive. It is as if time is frozen around me. I love and am loved, yet hatred overwhelms me at times. I have many scars on my body, but far more on my heart. I flirt with death and love my life at times. I feel alone, waiting in darkness for someone or something to shine a light on my soul. I am a silhouette in the light, a shadow in the dark. I am ignored and outcast. I am searching for the light, surrounded by death. The darkness before me is the closest thing I can find to the living. I wish to be free of this madness. I am life. I am death. I can kill and I can save. There are many who forget who I am, but you will know my name.
A/N:
My friend wrote this, and she let me copy and post it. So this one isn't mine.
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Короткий рассказ"Sometimes when I say 'I'm ok', I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, 'I know you're not'" -Unknown
