Hells little angle !

Hells little angle !

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Who am i ? I am the mistake of a man free of sin but made for hell himself . If you haven't already guessed it i am ryan ryder shadow walker pain,your regular 17 year old girl except i'm not just any girl i'm hells little angel. Not only that but i'm also daddies little girl . Me and my f ather diablo in other words the devil have a connection like no other. No one can come close to hurting me without going through my dad i mean i am way stronger than my dad( not trying to sound mean but its true) in fact i am the strongest being in the supernatural world its just he is very protective and anyway right now we have to go to earth to meet all supernatural beings. Lets see how that turns out. (Mature content) warning
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Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

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