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Ello Puppets.... Well if you want to know my name then ask. Im 15, short, kinda nice, shy, and loud when you get to know me. i LOVE to read(IMMA NERD XD<3) and i love music, but i dont play any instuments!!!I wont bite...... much
For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you what you are doing that is so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour-long sob fest, and then start singing and dancing when your favorite song comes on. Crazy is when you do or say a completely random thing, like "Do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or having a thumbwar with yourself
HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a f** everyday
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had.
I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school.
It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised.
The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMT s stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
I'm the guy that was kciked out of his home because I told my dad I was gay
I'm the girl who was pushed down the stairs and had her head cracked open because being BI isn't cool.
I'm the old man who was denied to see his husband because the Hospital didn't trust him enough to be alone with me.
I'm the I'm the boy who drowned in the ocean because the Life Guard wouldn't help because they saw me kssing my boyfriend.
I'm the girl who jumped because my mother told me I was worthless for liking another female
I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no way Paper can beat Rock. Is Paper supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? If so, why can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody, a rock would tear that crap up in two seconds. When I play rock/ paper/ scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my ready made fist and say, oh, I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you moron
~*~A Murderer~*~
A smile.
A heartbeat.
A stare from an unsuspecting stranger.
A knife.
A tear.
A feeling of fear and danger.
A footprint.
A witness.
A killer on the run.
A victim.
A murder.
A girl with a gun.
She thought it would be the perfect crime.
She realized to late she had run out of time.
He was foolish and didn't have a clue.
His vengeful ex-girlfriend, he never could have knew.
A girl.
A doorbell.
A gun silenced her cries.
A car.
A smile.
A second person dies.
A clue.
A footprint.
A witness sees it all again.
A paper.
A map.
A bloody hand print smeared on the wall.
She was happy with her work and was finished with her crime.
All the evidence was there, but she wouldn't do any time.
She held a gun tight and wrote a suicide letter as she cried.
She put the gun to her head and with a single shot she died.
A dead end.
A cop.
A murderer had been found at last.
A house.
A locked door.
A simply entry through broken glass.
A murderer.
A suicide.
A gun was to blame.
A tear drop.
A ring.
A dark and dirty game.
A lover.
A broken heart.
A love triangle gone wrong.
A cheater.
A foolish choice.
A broken and twisted song.
A slut.
A whore.
A cheater's choice.
A gunshot.
A story's end.
A sad and lonley girl's voice.
Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, which makes weird good
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