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Name: valar
Birthday: Feb 25 2002
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Sun, 18 Sep 2016

Membership: Member

Personal Bio
relationship status: Taken and i love him so much with the bottom of my heart.

What is life exept chaos and pain? It is a painting with lack of color of love and light.

We shall paint it with our brush.

There is no place for fools in brushing this painting. But for painting this world we need power. Power to rule, to see, to judge and banish those who are extra and useless in this painting.


Im 14 and i always enjoy having a good and logical conversation.

I am feminist and i strongly disagree with racism and bullying.

I like giving speeches in front of people.

I write stories and i have written a poetry about a miniseries named Over the garden wall and here it is:

I curse this wood to turn into a net,

Trap all children like fly into the web.

To catch and trap them when they are lost,

And turn all their hope into the lost.

When they stop trying to flee,

They will slowly turn into a tree.

By the fool i have simply tricked,

they'll be sliced, their branch will cleave.

their heart and hope, will crush and breach.

they'll burn and turn into oil.

an oil of dread, an oil of foil.

makes the lantern shine by every tear,

between death and me makes a seal.

please send me your comments about my poetry.

I always enjoyed watching a good movie and of course with friends.

I like musics and listening to speeches.

I also love my teachers and school and studying.

If you want to talk to me about anything, I dont mind. I like talking about anything.

The boy you punched in the hall today? Committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today? She's a virgin. The boy you called lame? He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day? She's already being abused at home. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. The old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. The boy you made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. You think you know them? Guess what, You don't! Re-post if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but repost this if you're that 1% that has a heart.

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that, "Mommy is crying and sissy won't wake up." Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what's going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they've said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad? Bad enough for you to end it. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn't know you killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go intodepression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn?t succeed like you did, but she tried? Your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just effect you. They effect everyone. Don't end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up. I'm here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we've NEVER talked before, I'm here for you. Copy and paste this on your profile to show people there are people out there that care.

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, there is always a way. The live proof is Stephen Hawking.

I don't believe in being ugly or pretty, everyone is beautiful .

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

I don't care if you're weird, everyone is weird in their own way.

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

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


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