Dearest Angel,

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I'm dubbing you Angel, even though that's not your real name, because, my dear sister, you truly are one. They're trying to strip that identity from you, attempting to assimilate you into their ranks. And unfortunately, they will succeed. You see them as Saints, but do you realize they're the ones responsible for my current state? The ones who turned me into this awful person? If I were to tell you they're the Devil incarnate, you wouldn't believe me. You wouldn't even give me a chance to explain.

But hey, I don't blame you. They're manipulative, brainwashing, and way more sinister than I could ever be. I'm basically the lesser of two evils here.

I know I'm not a saint, but at least I'm not out here trying to poison your mind like they did.

Angel, my buddy, my partner in crime, my sister from another mister. I genuinely hope you're doing well, my dear sister.

Don't fall for their lies,
Don't let them destroy you,

Carolina Evans

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