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I wanted to escape.
I wanted to live for once.
I never in my life would've wanted this.
Why couldn't I have just stopped while I was sane?

No one could answer me because no one knew how. Everywhere I looked I saw the pity in everyone's eyes. I was an angel and I didn't know how to protect anyone. I didn't even have anyone to protect me anymore. I was sick of being thought of like I had to do something good for everyone or I was wrong. I hated the word angel. People who seem so perfect, yet weren't. No matter how hard I tired, I never could get anyone to understand. And now...

I'm not an angel.