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thrashwitch6
Name: thrashwitch6
Birthday: Apr 4 2000
Location: hovering at the foot of your bed.
Last Seen: Thu, 24 May 2018
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wassup my people. so yes, I used to have another account on here and was even part of a coven, till I started dealing with many people who are using this site for lust. But now I'm giving this place another chance. So if you come to me just cause you got lust for me, you will regret it. period.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So I'm 18 years old, and a magic loving metalhead. Thrash metal is my main favorite genre but I love other types of metal too, and rock n roll (punk too). AC/DC and Metallica are 2 favorite bands of mine. I stick with the old school stuff, since I grew up with that. But hey I'm willing to try out whatever that's new. Once I'm through with high school I will have a thrash metal band put together. I play guitar as well, and have for about 5 years now.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As for magic, I stand in between the light and dark. I think its better acknowledging both sides instead of just sticking to only good or only evil. So I use whatever, depending on the situation. I am happy to teach some about magic, but not everything. Doing your own research is the best because it'll help you find your own path. I also practice cartomacy, which is pretty much the gypsy version of tarot except just using normal playing cards. I will not cast spells for people on this site, but requests for card readings are welcome. I am also starting to work with automatic writing and using pendulums, since I interact with spirits that are around me everyday. I've interacted a lot with plenty of spirits of musicians, such as Cliff Burton and even Chris Cornell. also have interacted with angels and demons, and gods and even satan himself. I've worked a lot with the goddess Isis in recent times. She is like a mother to me.------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The girl you just called fat.. She's overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly.. She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped.. He is abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly scars.. He fought for his country. That guy you just made fun of for crying.. His mother is dying. Put this as you're status if you're against bullying. I bet 95% of you wont re-post, but I'm sure the people with a heart and backbone will.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 Im awake Im 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. -Post if you're against child abuse--------------------------------------------------------------------------Lewisj8's Post: `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. 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 as your status to show people there are people out there that care