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Name: sorrdidsiren
Birthday: Sep 18 1992
Location: india
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Thu, 03 Jan 2013

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Personal Bio
merry meets, i am a learner just one year old witch. i am learning my own ways.

in life i explore, explore the nature, explore the universe, explore every creature. i am inquisitive by nature and a great learner.

i try to set my priorities and evolve as a person and a witch.

i am a great friend to those who are nice to me.

sometimes i am LIGHT, sometimes i am DARK.

sometimes i feel STABLE, sometimes i go WILD.

there is a constant change in my attitude to world when ever i reevaluate myself.

i am still in learning process, i don't distinguish magick being white, red or black. anything and everything intrests me and i try to learn every aspect of it...

anyone willing to teach please come forward.


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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