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Name: Deathrose
Location: a magical place
Last Seen: Tue, 28 Oct 2014

Membership: Member

Personal Bio
I'm a witch well a good one anyway.I'm obsessed with vampires I will die just to become one.People know me more as the quiet one but when I warm up on u I talk a lot more.Oh and I write my own stories to.And I think I might be a psychic vampire now I'm not a 100% sure but I said might so don't start all of your mess because I'll just ignore it.I'm a lord of the rings freak but to be sure I don't think I've seen all of them.I'm kinda still new at learing the characters so I don't know all of them but hey I will soon enough.

I don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.

I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.

I don't care if you're ugly or pretty, everybody has flaws.

I don't care if you're black or white, everybody has the same capabilities.

I don't care if you're weird, everybody needs to change.

I don't care if you're rich or poor, everybody needs warmth.

I don't care if you're different, everybody is.

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Hi,My name is Ally,

I am 15,

I screamed and screamed,

Yet know one heard me.

Hi,My name is Ally,

I am 16,

I have a 1 year old baby.

People call me slut,

And other bad names,

Hi,My name is Ally

And I was raped.

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.

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.

REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.

REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.

FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.

REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying ?Dang ? we really messed up ? but that sure was fun!?

FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.

REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it?s yours.

FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.

REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.

REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say ?I?M HOME!?

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.

REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.

REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to what?s wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!

FAKE FRIENDS: Make you say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.

REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.

REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it

Angelina: Do you like me?

Baraa: No

Angelina: Do you want me?

Baraa: No.

Angelina: If I left would you cry?

Baraa: No.

Angelina: Would you live for me?

Baraa: No.

Angelina: Do I ever cross your mind?

Baraa: No

Angelina: Would you do anything for me?

Baraa: No.

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

Baraa: My life.

Hearing this, Angelina ?turns and starts running away with tears. Baraa chases after her and stops her.

Baraa:

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.

Your mother is always with you...

She's the whisper of the leaves

as you walk down the street.

She's the smell of bleach in

your freshly laundered socks.

She's the cool hand on your

brow when you're not well.

Your mother lives inside

your laughter. She's crystallized

in every tear drop...

She's the place you came from,

your first home.. She's the map you

follow with every step that you take.

She's your first love and your first heart

break....and nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, Not space...

Not even death....

will ever separate you

from your mother....

You carry her inside of you....

- Sherry Martin

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