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The essence of independence has been to think and act according to standards from within, not without. Inevitably anyone with an independent mind must become "one who resists or opposes authority or established conventions": a rebel. If enough people come to agree with, and follow, the Rebel, we now have a Devil. Until, of course, still more people agree. And then, finally, we have --- Greatness.
                            ~Aleister Crowley



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her sorrow
leaves her dreading tomorrow
she always puts on a happy face
but one of these days she going leave without a trace

all she wants is to have her pain go away
but it only seems to stay
and it gets worse and worse
feeling like a curse


she cries every night
holding the blade tight
and close to her wrist
but some how she can resist

she doesn't want to live any more
her soul had become poor
her happiness is gone
making her not want to go on


her parents don't even see
that their daughter doesn't want to be
she thinks she only had one friend
but she doesn't know if he will be a friend at the end

all she sees when she looks in the mirror
is a worn face full of fear
a young lonely girl
touched by the harsh, cruel world

as she sits on her bed
everything is pounding in her head
and the blade that she holds
becomes even more bold

she puts it to her wrist
no longer able to resist
rich red blood runs thick
like the wax melted by a wick

her mother found her dead
with a note laying by her head
" my pain became too deep,
so i put myself to my sleep"
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*I am the son of darkness, and burning fire all the same. I am the soul of purest evil, i am a master of psychosis, I am the saint of all Chaos
*

I am a proud son of Mother Russia, and fully support the home
front movement of the Russian Communist Party to return the
Russian Federation to the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.


well if life is a bitch, then love is a whore
take this away i cant
take it anymore

My Poetry

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  • Take away the pain, this calls goes out to only one and you know who you are.
    If you could see the pain i have suffered through
    21 lines, 5 comments, November 10, 2006. In Love, Dark, Angst
  • My muscles are weak and my soul is trully torn.
    Rip out my heart and destroy me.
    15 lines, 2 comments, October 31, 2006. In Love, Dark, Angst
  • 38 lines, 6 comments, October 30, 2006. In Abuse, Dark, Angst
  • Will the opportunity ever present
    itself to me.
    27 lines, 3 comments, October 27, 2006. In Love, Hope, Angst

My Stories

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Guest Book

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  • Poetic Memory on November 15, 2006
    *appears* hey chaos how you been?
  • HopelessDreamer2010 on November 11, 2006
    haha yea i do miss those nights...they were the best nights ever... miss them alot...i get to see kristin and holly today and its gonna make me think of all the good times....so yea...call me back!
    ~Lacey~
  • HopelessDreamer2010 on November 8, 2006
    i have no clue but i want to go get drunk there too!! i miss the good old days...okay so the drunken nights...haha
    <3
    Lacey
  • BeautifulKyrptonite on November 8, 2006
    Thanks for the ass rubbing.lol. You made my day.
    -Donna

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