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Antanasia487's Profile

Member Info
Name: Antanasia487
Birthday: Jun 10 1994
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Sat, 22 Jan 2011
Membership: Member

Personal Bio
Hello to all. I'm Antanasia. My friends call me Asia. No. I'm not actually asian. ^^0 So, I'm 16, and I am a practicer of magic.(woot to confession time!) Ok, so things I enjoy....I enjoy walking in thunderstorms. I enjoy drawing my life away. I love to write and when I finally get my hard-as-hell feelings out, I feel like I've conqured the world. Until I get another emotional dilema. Then I hit the restart button and do the whole damn thing over again. I love movies, stories, just about anything that's lopping off heads, and running horses over battlefeilds to kill eachother. ^^ If you actually knew me, you'd say I never talk. (according to this, I can't shut up... -.-) .... .... Now what am I supposed to write? hmm... If I could have mini creatures that are actually alive, I'd have 40 horses that are no more than an inch tall and then knights to ride them back and forth and give me ideas to write! ^^3 I like the color black.... red.... grey.... white.... Yup. that's me. I'm fun to talk to and I listen to anything. Plus, I keep secrets to the grave.(personal code of honor) I'm open to most ideas. But obviously, if you're looking for an "Easy A", then screw off to be blunt. I'm closed unless you get to know me really well. But yet I'll talk to you ^^ 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. Copy and paste this to you bio to help others be aware of the dangers of child abuse. STOP THE CYCLE!