Dark Angel
Some have called me dark and gothic.
Some have called me an angel.
Confusing me to no end.
Maybe I was born with twin souls.
Two faces, two personalities.
So different from each other, yet one in the same.
Like Jekyll & Hyde.
One cannot live without the other, nor can I escape it.
I guess I was born and doomed on the same day.
To be me, this dark angel.
Combined opposites, intertwining into one single identity.
I am not evil and I am not good.
I am far away from heaven, yet just as far away from hell.
I am in-between the two.
And I don't know which way to go.
Won't someone help me?
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