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She's the person who dwells in my head She's the insatiable fire that must be fed She's the killer that sees through my eyes I'm merely the mouthpiece for her spite and lies.
There's no refusing this girl's icy hold Her words are kind, though her voice is cold Truly, deep down I've a horrible obsession With the shadow that uses me as just a possession.
My shackles are the whispers, the nothings she speaks So easy to break, and yet I'm too weak She taunts me, mocks me, never to cease Her words tear at my sanity, piece by piece.
Her eyes stare back when

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in Fan Fiction on 7/1/08

Dear DaddyI'm sick of the broken promises. I'm sick of the constant fights. I'm sick of your double standards. I'm sick of the sleepless nights.
I'm through with the selfish lies, And I'm done with your backward mind. I'm over your groundless hatred. And how can you be so blind?
I'm sick of your broken smiles. I'm sick of your disgusting smug air. I'm sick of your self-righteous whining. I'm sick of you never being there.
Please don't try to apologize I don't believe anything you say. And don't try to yell or get angry This time, you won't get Dear Daddy
in Fixed on 5/27/08

La CimetiereTen minutes to midnight.
It wasn't a remarkable place by any means; it was barren and desolate, and the sparse land was dotted here and there with the remains of overgrown and untended flora, stripped bare by winter's icy touch. The place was covered in knee-deep snow, save for where it had been trampled by loved ones, come to pay their respects to the dead. The headstones loomed eerily, their shadows writhing over the snow as I held my single white candle in front of me. The trees, with their seemingly ancient trunks that stretched to the storm-wrought sky, clawed at my clothes with their branches as if I were some precious gem La Cimetiere
in General Fiction on 5/20/08

What You WillYou're disgusting.
You're a freak of nature
You're a monster
Hatred.
Hatred and fear.
The silent murderers that have taken over the man who I used to call my father.
I no longer see Daddy, the father who bounced me on his knee and cried with me when my grandpa died.
I see Sean, the man who doesn't need to hurt me physically to let me know he hates me with every fiber of his being. It seethes from every fucking orifice in his body.
He doesn't need to hit me to make me realize.
He never needed to explain himself. People did that What You Will
in Biographies on 4/29/08

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IT'S HERE!

Journal Entry: Thu Jul 3, 2008, 2:46 AM

Mood: Miserable
Listening to: The Black Parade Is Dead!
Watching: Gee headbanging

^{THE BLACK PARADE IS DEAD! IS HERE!
IT'S HERE!
IT'S HERE!
IT'S HERE!

And I'm flying to Australia in a few hours.
And I am not miserable, but the fucking MOOD THINGY...so I'm ecstatic, by the way. ^^

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Current Age: Fourteen
Current Residence: Hong Kong
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XS
Interests: Writing, reading, modeling and acting
Favourite movie: Moulin Rouge!
Favourite band or musician: My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, Marilyn Manson, HIM and Flyleaf
Favourite genre of music: Metal, rock, anything with a little twist
Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe
Favourite photographer: Alexandre Evans and Clarence KM Tam
Operating System: Dell
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite gaming platform: PS2
Personal Quote: So many people treat us like kids that you may as well act like one & throw a TV out the window
Tools of the Trade: Pen, paper, and my imagination