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Name: XdruidX
Birthday: Dec 25 1998
Location: Somewhere in the woods, forging blades from tears of sorrow and the fire of my soul
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Thu, 19 Jan 2017
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status: Looking for someone to chat with, but haven't really found anyone. A simple "hey" would do.

I have kik, you may ask. And you may receive...

Hello, welcome to my bio. Currently I'll take what I can get when it comes to conversation. My messages have been so lacking for months now, it's quite depressing really.

Some of you may notice that I will go back and forth between Jesse, My birth name, and Corann O'hainley. It's an adopted name, an Alias really, to take the place of a name I did not choose.

I can be you best friend, the nicest guy you'll ever meet, and yet I can also be a complete drag on you, a mess who seems to unravel and fall periodically. I can be a terrible force to be reckoned with, but it takes a lot to get me there. Be smart, don't waste my time with nonsense.

That all taken into consideration, I've been here six years now, Started some time around 12, (do the math and I'm 18) and have learned quite a bit. If you have a question, feel free to ask.

-Corann O'hainley

Chakra test results are as follows:

Root: open (69%)

Sacral: open (44%)

Navel: open (69%)

Heart: open (44%)

Throat: over-active (81%)

Third Eye: open (56%)

Crown: open (44%)

This is a poem for the darkened.

This is a poem for the broken who have been cast aside without love.

This is a poem for the damned.

This is a poem for the people so consumed by their own depression they die every day.

This is a poem for that one kid who died by the rope.

His mother found him cold in the morning. Her child, so young, took his own life rather than deal with the constant flood of daggers to his heart each day.

This is a poem for the parents. The Parents who have lost the broken and lost, and blame themselves.

This is a poem for the restless.

This is a poem for the anxious. Always worrying.

This is a poem for those who have lost broken friends and worry they will lose again.

This is a poem for the ones who are gone, dead by the hands of others, or maybe another aspect of themselves.

This is a poem for the normal people. The ones who can relate without going through any struggle and sympathize with the damaged.

This is a poem for the angry, who in rage damage both themselves and others.

This is a poem for the boy who takes out his rage on everyone else to have some form of an outlet, but he cries every night.

For he is not heartless, and he cries for those he has pained. He wishes them well, but can?t show it.

This is a poem for the wicked, those driven into madness by it all.

This is a poem for the bastard souls who feel nothing at all due to the constant degradation of everyday living. They?ve gone numb, longing to feel but suffer in silence without stimulus.

This is a poem for me. The kid so focused on helping others he?s killed himself a thousand times just to save others once. The kid who struggles every day in secrecy. Constantly an anxious, depressed mess hiding behind a mask of false hope.

This a poem for the people like me. Like me in the way that I fight with my dad over the things he?s done to me in the past.

Like me in the way I smile every day and suffer silently every night.

Like me for caring for others no matter how much they themselves are bleeding and cracked.

This is a poem for the broken dreamers and the souls that only see dark, yet are the light that others follow.

This is a poem for the darkened.

-Corann O'hainley

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