Another poem. To explain, there are many things many don't know about me. Some of my friends believe they know me, but they don't know the other side of me. In short, people don't know the darker side to me.
I see the holy angels that have blessed me,
I see my bloodstained hands that have cursed me.
My friends consider me to be a timid angel,
my enemies consider me to be Death's angel.
I know that the past has been cruel to me,
but I can only accept those horrible memories,
and each day I relive those memories,
those around me see the darker side of me.
I see the people around me as my friends,
I see the fools around me as my distractions.
My persona can be as friendly as an angel,
My persona can be as devious as an devil.
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Memories obscure over time and become forgotten...
for this reason I write down the memories I don't wish to forget...
for this reason I write down the memories I don't wish to forget...
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