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• Choir Awards, Singing Awards, Poetry Awards...too many to list, Honor Roll my whole life
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• well...since eighth grade but my newfound friends in p.e. got me more into it
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• Inuyasha, Cowboy Bebop, Witch Hunter Robin, Chobits, Yuyu Hakasho, Tenchi Muyo, Ruroini Kenshin...i know i spelled some of those wrong
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• to become a singer, study in Italy, find my true vampire love...already attained, to master my craft of magic
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• singing, being different, daydreaming, writing, dieing, bleeding from sel-inflicted wounds, crying, hurting, mentally breaking down, hating, loving everything but myself, ridiculing myself, drinking blood, casting spells, and learning about Wicca
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• singing, writing,...i think that is it
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myOtaku.com: Fae Tsukiakira
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Saturday, February 19, 2005
randomness
The glitter falls past her face...the stars are annihilated and sent off into oblivion...here she stands...a lonely forsaken fool...here she stands...empty sockets...no eyes...just red ink flowing from within...her wings reaching for the flakes of dust that prance within the air...begging to earn the image of aged...to emphasize her brokeness...her disability within sight and mind and faith...Her soul's reflection fades fast...she is losing touch of reality...slipping into the realm of the insane...the illumination of death shines high within the sky shedding light upon the filfth...the microscopic organisms crawling into her sanctuary with each inhalation...she lies upon the mattress stained and soiled of past rendevous and frightful nights...the flickers close tight sealing her within this casket...but she remains still...unmoving ...uncaring...frozen tears dribble from the sockets like shards of glass...sliding down and caressing her flesh...the skin opening and welcoming this familiar pain...hands have embraced this body...run along it spreading sin across every dieing inch...and still she lies upon this throne of condemnation...her arms reached for love...but love spit upon her and rolled the dice...the words glwo upon the wall and the voices call her name...drawing her into the veil...pulling her deper in...taking the innocence...breaking what is already broken...The lids come forward and cover it all...hiding the world of destruction and burying the despair...the pearls come dancing peeking out between her lips...lids fall back and all is led into the hills of deception...sparkles all around...dazzle them...make them weep...charm the foolish...wow the dozens...kick the ashes beneath the rug and rise my child...be revived...and enter into this sea of plastic smiles and false truths...become another seeking the acceptance and discarding reality...running from what haunts you...what sits upon your left shoulder nibbling upon your ear...escape is always fleeing you...leaving you to your troubles and sorrows...but the wand is waved and you are renewed...turned into another delrious bafoon
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