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I was a Dark Angel, graceful and myterious. Quietly
I was a Bright Angel, friendly and warm. Pleasently caring.
I was a Hyper Angel, loud and active. Excitedly alive.
I was a Faded Angel, wilting and slipping, unnoticeably
I was a Stupid Angel, lost and wrong. Unstabley ignorant.
I was a Worthless Angel, small and nobody. Poinlessly
I was a Toy Angel, used and neglected. Helplessly abused.
I was a Caged Angel, guilted and trapped. Forcefully held-
I was Nothing Angel, distort and supressed. Unimportantly
I was a Dancing Angel, passionate and trying. Wishfully
I was a Crying Angel, alone and unhappy. Depressivly
I was a Hidden Angel, scared and masked. Uselessly
But now I am a Numb Angel, drained and withdrawn.
All these faces, no one has really noticed. I wait for the
day that someone will care. I wait for someone to see.
From all these faces, I have noticed. I discovered no one needs to
care. There is nothing important to see.