

SlaveryI never wanted to grow up So why do you obligate me? I never wanted to grow up So why do you force me? I never wanted to grow up So why do you keep desiring me? I never wanted to grow up No reason to bloom, no reason to breatheSlavery
How can I die? How can I run away? Slavery... Slavery... Throw the whip in me... once more...
And I will cry for more! And you will smile once more! Enslave me! Enslave me again! Abuse me, despise me And I may die again!!!
I remember my home land Where I ran across the hills  


A Diary - December 26th, 2012December 26, 2012A Diary - December 26th, 2012
Since Ive already written on todays page and there will be no December 26, 2012, this page will do. And I forgot to mention one thing yesterday. I actually played that game, and the story is really nice! Especially when Aeris dies and Sephiroth becomes a demi-god. And the play wasnt really loyal to the game, since Barret and Tifa do not get arrested and things like that, but I think they adapted it because showing Don Corneo and terrorist attack on Sector 5 Reactor would only enlarge the play. And well, speaking about plays It is amazing, isnt it? The amount


A Diary - December 25th, 2012December 25, 2012A Diary - December 25th, 2012
This is the last day Last seconds of our paths Forgive and be forgiven For the sins thought and done
Give me your hand As I have given mine And pray for the holy mother Lay over the hand of God Which will take us to Heaven To let us rest in peace For now and for ever
With this beautiful poem local priests made to us, I go with my final song, the one long chosen by me for this moment.
Song of the last Day: Nightwish Dead Boys


A Diary - December 24th, 2012December 24, 2012A Diary - December 24th, 2012
If you havent noticed it yet, the December 23, 2012 day is in December 26, 2012. You? Who am I writing for? To myself? I really wish to know To say the truth, I wonder if any will ever read the words written on it. I mean, I know everything will be broken and burnt into stardust, yet I wonder. And how would he/she feel when reading it? Pity? Passionate? Indifferent? I really wonder Ive got completely used to The End, now days are quite relaxing. I am like an old man in his last breathe, in pain and serenity. I n
E seja bem vindo a minha galeria!!
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I'm a fan of my DA friends
Ommit the 'til death do us part', I'm necrophilic
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Thumbs up!
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Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice and it'll be a shame what my cat'll do to your curtains.
I also try to make my own music, but not really as good as those I listen to
Thank you sooo much for your comments\favs! ^__^
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Violcallita is for Violca and Callita, there.
We are twins. *JEDEEENG*
Proud to be =indonesians!!
Currently obsessed with D.Gray-man (ALLEN! <3)
Commish us, please?
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AND ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE,
SHE NEEDS A LITTLE HELP WITH THE AGONY.
AND A LITTLE HELP COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL
IN A GUN PRESSED AGAINST HER ANATOMY.
AND WHEN THE GUN GOES OFF,
MS. SWEET IS READY FOR SURGERY.
--- REPO! The Genetic Surgery
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