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Joined: Mar 06, 2008 |
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Last Active: Oct 31, 2009 |
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Interests:
poetry, music, learning guitar, riding bikes, doing stupid yet highly amusing things. strawberries, cherries and an angles kiss in spring. but being held in the one i love arms is the light of my dark
Favorite Bands:
theres so many to name i wont even try, ill just say this, theres somewhere around 100-800, i know a lot!
Here to:
to lift up the fallen, to catch the falling, and to protect all who need it |
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About Me:
i am with quite possibly the most amazing girl i have ever met! so if any of you are looking for somebody like that, im sorry, im already taken
And i hate it when people look at me for my looks, and not for me so please take the time to get to know me before anything else. but other than that, im chill,
Add my group! and we'll do pc4pc|comments|messages|w4w|s4s|
http://www.myspace.com/scenekidsofwyoming
The useless martyrs deaths speak
Of how dead this world is,
I hear the truth in the whispering trees,
I cannot speak back,
My mouth is filled with dust,
I never wanted I never cared about it
They paint the roses,
Trying to make the beautiful, beautiful
There is no new day,
There are no more gracious angels
Their all the same dear
We don’t have today we don’t have ever
We can make time in the after life,
Please catch me now,
You’ve taught me how
How to feel love,
I never wanted I never cared about it
They paint the roses,
Trying to make the beautiful, beautiful
Putting on her mask she tries
To make what is already perfect even more,
The only ones who care are the ones who don’t have it,
That invisible flame to do what they would never do,
Can you tell me now, where is salvation?
Is it in a single cut, or in a single piece of rope?
No it is not there, that is not salvation that is damnation
I have led the way into temptation,
I am the finder of the darkest paths,
read more in my posts, its called painting the beautiful beautiful |
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