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Member Info
Name: natecastro
Birthday: Nov 22 1995
Location: san ysidro ca.
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Wed, 19 Oct 2011

Membership: Member

Personal Bio
im Nathan and im a novice spell caster. i play football and guitar (im a novice artist) and i like listening to music. if im taken no and staying thet way lil g's. and no matter what u do u cant take sarahs place if u wanna be friends with me know that i love someone who aint very mean. my fave color is purple anything else msg me ;) ps my fave song is hotel California by the eagles

p.s.s i am squinchy!!!

Girl: Do you like me?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you want me?

Boy: No.

Girl: If I left would you cry?

Boy: No.

Girl: Would you live for me?

Boy: No.

Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you do anything for me?

Boy: No.

Girl: Which would you pick, me or your life?

Boy: My life.

Hearing this, the girl turns and starts running away with tears. The boy chases after her and stops her.

Boy: You don't cross my mind because you are always on my mind. I don't like you because I love you. I don't want you because I need you. If you left I would die, not cry. I wouldn?t live for you because I would die for you. I wouldn?t do anything for you because I would do everything for you. But I would still pick my life because you are my life.

this is a sad song... poem against child abuse its sad

My name is Chris

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong

I can't speak at all

Or else I'm locked up

All day long.

When I'm awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says it's my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

''I'm sorry!? I scream

But it?s now much too late.

His face has been twisted

Into an unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

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