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Name: dakotamage
Birthday: Aug 14 2002
Location: in your house
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Fri, 01 Jul 2016

Membership: Member

Website: view

Personal Bio
Hello, I am Dakota. I'm 13 years old and I'm new to this website. I would like to focus on black or dark magic. I'vebeen drawn to this crat

for a while now my family don't support me because they think it is fake well I know it's real Im gonna need some help staring up like how do I make a psi ball or how to cast a simple circle I don't Evan know what they is so please

Help me. I will update this on occasion when I repost something.

There was a 13 year old girl that her dad would come home from

the army, because he'd been having

problems with his heart and right

leg. It was 2:53 p.m . When she made

her wish. At 3:07 p.m. (14 minutes

later), the doorbell rang, and

there her Dad was, luggage and all!!

I'm Katie and I'm 20 and I've been

having trouble in my job and on the

verge of quitting. I made a simple

wish that my boss would get a new

job. That was at 1:35 and at 2:55

there was an announcement that he

was promoted and was leaving for

another city. Believe me...this

really works!

My name is Ann and I am 45 years

of age. I had always been single

and had been hoping to get into a

nice, loving relationship for many

years. While kind of daydreaming

(and right after receiving this email)

I wished that a quality person would

finally come into my life. That was at

9:10 AM on a Tuesday. At 9:55 AM

a FedEx delivery man came into my

office.He was cute, polite and

could not stop smiling at me. He

started coming back almost everyday

(even without packages) and asked me

out a week later. We married 6

months later and now have been

happily married for 2 years.

What a great email it was!!

Just scroll down to the end, but

while you do, think of a wish.

Make your wish when you have completed

scrolling. Whatever age you are, is the

number of minutes it will take for your

wish to come true. are 25 years

old, it will take 25 minutes for your wish

to come true).

Go for it!



Congratulations! Your wish will

now come true in your age minutes.

Now follow this

can be very rewarding!

If you repost this within the next 5 min.

something major that you've been wanting

will happen

Thank You For Your Time

UPDATE. 1 of every 10 people born is gay. That means 1 of every 1t0 people is instantly put down, given bad labels, left alone, put in a minority and so much more.. all for something they didn't ask for. Many gay teens are committing suicide as a way of escaping. If you want to tell them life will get better and you respect them for who the are, put this on your profile,

UPDATE. 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 his 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 re-post this if you're that 1% that has a heart

UPDATE I just lost someone I truly know now what it feels like to have something just gone you know what they say you don't know what you have intell it's gone

UPDATE 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 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. Thy 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 as your status to show people there are people out there that care

UPDATE *Put this on your profile if you agree*

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: Will ignore this.

REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it

Disclaimer. I did not make this


walk the face of the earth once more,

a.mindless puppet,

my strings are torn.

Creaky bones,

a broken heart,

no chance to turn wrong to right.

All alone,

without a friend,

lost my light,

"Is this the end?"

I look to the shadows,

where creatures lurk,

blood stains on the wall,

a single slash,

was all it took.

Corpses piled,

hearts a miss,

ripped out with a demons fist.

All this happens,

in the back of my room,

in a cold dark corner,

who says im coming for you.

Eyes closed as i lay,

in the fetal position,

on my bed of lost hopes,

thinking and wishing..

Maybe one day,

my dreams will come true,

my corner speaks,

"Im coming for you"

"So come!" I shout,

tears flowing down my cheeks,

already gone,

already so weak.

And so i watch,

as i get dragged down,

my corner was right,

in heartache,

ill drown.

As i cry,

my corner speaks,

once again,

how i am weak,

"You're going to die".

My soul starts to burn,

as my demonic corner,

takes me in.

And so my bones will lie,

in that fetal position,

turning to dust,

my onces beating heart,

now will start to rust.


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