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Your Web Angel..
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My name is Angel, Helgas Angel. I run this site that you have stummbled upon. My story, you might say, is strange. You might think that UFO sightings and mysterious beings is a baffle. After my expirence, nothing surprises me very much. I was sitting up in my room, listening to a brand new CD I bought that morning. I was drawing away, like I always do minding my own business when a sudden flash of light burst into my room. These guys in black suits came and took me away. I then found myself floating in some kind of silver room. Everyone was looking at me. Strange shadows, and mysterious objects. Tests were run on me, by strange unknown beings. Numbers were counted, higher then any Algebra problem I've ever done, and DNA samples were taken and tested for almost nearly everything you could think of, and maybe not. After many long hours, or who knew the time. We could've been anywhere. I was given then the task to guard over one of the lost tourmented souls that are helplessly in love. I choose Helga, for she was closest one to the description of my knowledge at that point. The men came back and gave me gadgets, knowledge, and no idenity. They had said "You will have no past, no present and no future. You will only wear the atire specially scantioned by our special services. You will conform to the idenity we give you, and live where we tell you. From now on you will have no identifying marks of any kind, you'll not stand out in anyway. Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You are a rumor, reconizable only as dejavu and didmissed just as quickly. Were them, were they, you never exhisted." The sound of there voices still ring through my ears at night. They then flashed a light, I guess expecting me to know the information, but never knowing of what my past life was like. But I still remember. The freedom of one knowing you, and you knowing them. The life I once knew, I never will see again. I roam this world, unseen by human eye. I could be near you, I could've passed you, and you never even saw me. | | |
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