The Devils Angel

The Devils Angel

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I don’t trust anyone but myself. People live in this world that has been built up by selfish motives and intentions, fed by the media and society. Being selfish is a good thing; the more self-centered the better. I’ve learned that no matter how good a person may seem, you can’t rely on anyone but yourself. That’s how I survive. I’ve been burned once too many times. That’s what happens when you’re thrown out on the streets at eighteen by a family that’s supposed to care about you and all the people you thought were your friends turn their backs on you. When you pass by them, and they gaze at you, their eyes are blank and cold. You learn to rely on your own resources pretty quickly. I had wallowed in self-pity for a few days. It’s only natural, right? And then I became angry. That anger has been burning ever since.
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