| Im 17yrs, I love music and writting. I cant draw but what i lack in art i make up for in my writting =] |
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TruthMy heart screams, Yet no one hears, My Voice trembles, Through my Tears,Truth
Why can't any body
See me for who I am? I wish I had somebody Somebody to help me understand
My soul feels empty As though I'm living a lie And I can feel it getting worse No matter how hard I try.
I don't know who to trust It seems as though it's no one No one understands The monster I've become
My life looks perfect Glancing for the outside But the truth
Inside is where I hide
My body is stiff,
Filling with


PeoplePeople fighting people dying people changingPeople
people Hiding
Screaming on Bleeding out Never happy Always doubt
why do question? Why do we ask? About all things About All Tasks?
Busy lives Staying aware Staying still Would you dare?
Some are strong some are weak Some are big Some are meak
People fighting people dying People changing People Hiding
Why do we do the things we do?


PrologueFor hundreds of years the legends of the supernatural had been just that. Legends. It wasnt until the early 1800s that humans began to find out that they were no longer in their dreams, but outside of them, as if said nightmares had come alive. Humans fear them. An understandable emotion. But that fear was soon masked by their hate. The human race attacked the supernatural race. Trying to conquer that fear. A fear for things they dont understand. Things that are different. Things they cant control. Soon a war broke out across the world. The Supernatural forced to fend forPrologue
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"your page looks fine by me..? Nice and pantsless!"
"As much as I will probably regret saying this - look down."
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"It's absurd.I love it."
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Awesome avatar made by ~RaptorRex!
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SPIKE: A BEAR! YOU MADE A BEAR!
BUFFY: I didn't mean to.
SPIKE: UNDO IT! UNDO IT!
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I knowyou dont believe me, but the way i, way i see it, next time you point a finger, i might have to bend it back or break it, break it off. Next time you point a finger Ill point you to the mirror!
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