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Date of Birth:
August 20, 1990
Zodiac Sign:
Age:
19
About Me:
No one cares about a name without a face and I am no different. I'm just a girl, a beauty queen of only eighteen and I have some trouble with myself. I cannot forget how all of this began. As a little child, I was taken and then forsaken, beaten by a stranger, blood still on his hands. The Crimson King's eye is the mark that reveals that I am his. He is my master, a twisted one as you may know. Every night I cried myself to sleep thinking ‘Why does this happen to me? Why does every moment have to be so hard?’ I’m just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, I've never been lost, I've never been found, and it makes no difference if I'm around. I'm a loner, I'm a loser, I'm a winner in my mind. I'm a bad one, I'm a good one, I'm a sick one with a smile. I am a time bomb ticking away, frequently kind and suddenly cruel. I do as I please, I’m nobody's fool. I always wished God would give me some answers and make me feel beautiful, but I’m a little bit shy, a little too quiet to ask. Look for that girl with the broken smile because she’s a little bit weird and a little too bright. There's something in the way I make believe that I’m alright. I can kill with a smile and wound with my eyes and I only reveal a little of the inside. Sometimes I lie awake, night after night, coming apart at the seams. My Way is Death and madness and while I think I’m alright, I’m scared and it eats me alive. I am the angel, I am madness. I am the word, I am the law. I like to think I’m never wrong, but inside I'm picking me apart. I don't want to be the one the battles always choose because I don't really know what's worth fighting for. I don't know why I instigate and say what I don't mean. I’m trapped in my mind and the sound is deafening. I hide like a child, but be careful; I exist in someone else's head. I'm really tired of being what they want me to be. Yet while I share so many secrets, there are some I will never tell.
He was always there to help me, but I always belonged to someone else. I hoped someday love would find me and break those chains that bind me, but I first had to let him under my skin. He told me to let him inside even though it hurts and to not hide the broken parts. For a second our eyes met and I met that with a question: Do you know what you are getting yourself into? I can no longer cover your eyes, so if this disturbs you, walk away. He found me stuck inside my head, because it was easier to be broken, easier to hide. I was low and the feeling had to end because I was positive that unless I got myself together I would watch me fall apart. I didn't want to let fear rule my life, I didn't want to give up before I die so I stabbed it with my steely knife, but I just couldn't kill it alone. Sometimes all I need is a good push, so looking at him, holding my breath; I took a chance and let him in. I said “I was a prisoner of my own device, dancing to remember, dancing to forget. I've been a liar and I'll never amount to the kind of person you deserve to worship you.” He said “I will not dwell on what you did, but rather what you do. I love you and that's what I’m getting myself into.” Now there will be no taking it back because every journey must come to an end. I'll face myself and erase myself, letting go of what I’ve done. I clean this slate with the hands of uncertainty because it's hard to say it’s worth saving me, but it’s time to say it. Goodbye, even if goodbye means nothing at all.
Once I thought my innocence was gone, now I know that happiness goes on. One night reminded me that true love won't desert me. I still have sunshine in my weary eyes and now the winds of change are blowing wild and free. I'm just sorry that it’s taking so long for me to change, but now I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again. I'm getting into him because he got to me in a way words can't describe. I'm getting into him because he’s essential to survive. He is my strength that keeps me walking and the hope that keeps me trusting. He calms the storms and gives me rest. Stills my heart and takes my breath. Eager to please and ready to fight, I'd withstand all of hell just to hold his hand. I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue, I'd go crawling down the avenue, I’d give anything for us. There's simply nothing that I wouldn't do to make him feel my love. I haven't been there for the longest time, but I have loved him all along. I hope that everything can feel this real forever because I didn’t think anything could ever be this good again. I keep dreaming he'll be with me and maybe this won't last very long, but he feels right. Take me in, take me deeper now and we’ll rewrite an ending that fits because even if all my days go wrong, I'll think about us and know it went right.
is it possible for me to give out animated dolls on "will you animate this doll for me?" its one of the threads and i thought if i just give out some animated dolls i made it would be helpful. (:
http://devsagainsttwilight.deviantar...ills-106986001
XD Appropriate.
is it possible for me to give out animated dolls on "will you animate this doll for me?" its one of the threads and i thought if i just give out some animated dolls i made it would be helpful. (:
please let me know ^_^
thank you.
Me an elanorea would be rogues.
Miranda would be a warrior
Wolfie would be a like, shaman or mage.
Christy is the priest :3
Who else...