| Something inside me is shouting, some instinct telling me to run, run fast before everything falls apart like an old dust rag. I don't know why I believed I could actually find happiness and hold on to it. Dad won't let that happen, will he? I should have known I couldn't escape his ghosts. They follow me here and waited for the perfect moment to jump out and say boo. Maybe the Church was right. Maybe I'm selfish. Maybe I'm evil. Maybe I'm damned. I feel like I'm on a tightrope, barely balancing. I know it's a long way down and I'm afraid I'm destined to crash. --burned |
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- Current Residence: the stage
- Interests: acting is my life<333
- Favourite movie: Push and The Notebook and Finding Nemo!!
- Favourite band or musician: Dashboard Confessional, Between the Trees, My Chemical Romance, Augstana, Love She Wrote
- Favourite genre of music: alternative rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Ellen Hopkins and Suzanne Collins
- Favourite game: Love
- Favourite gaming platform: imagination
- Favourite cartoon character: Terra (from Teen Titans)
- Personal Quote: When I'm famous, I'll remember all of you who said I couldn't make it.
- Tools of the Trade: my imagination
Okay, so I feel a bit bad... 
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No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
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Vladimir
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No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
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