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Birthday: 01/31

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Hey, my name's Jacie Valentine. Not really sure what to say here, so I'll start by naming some of my hobbies. I like writing and listening to music. I'm in to anime and like meeting people online. I spend most of my days playing videogames on my computer. See ya around. gaia_nitemareleft gaia_nitemareright

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xFyex Report | 11/28/2013 12:54 pm: Happy Thanksgiving. c:
Evriel Report | 11/20/2013 9:47 am: cool avi
Danny the Rhino Report | 09/05/2013 9:30 am: why did you request me :3
LadyBBloody Report | 07/22/2013 2:18 pm: not much
LadyBBloody Report | 07/22/2013 1:09 pm: THanks good hun sorry i havent talked to ya my computer is broken so im using my moms ;-;
LadyBBloody Report | 07/21/2013 7:48 pm: Hey there hun how are you ~

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We're in a dead masquerade.
Never to stay away.
Thoughts of suicide always holds it's sway.
We're in a dark Wonderland.
Always cursed to have blood on our hands.
The missing roles in this play we will never understand.
Our burning fire is a Fool's Desire.

Come to the ball, wearing your favorite dress.
Dazzle them all, under the duress.
Come to the ball, clad in leather.
Dazzle them all, no ink and one feather.
Come to the ball.
A harlot's caress, We Are Forever.

I am cursed with awkward shyness.
I exspress our love through the setting silence.
With these Morbid Eyes I leave the past behind me.

Tonight he'll die,
Tomorrow you'll cry.
All the funerals, all the weddings.
You are Death's Girl.

Take your crucifixes, Your holy water.
Immortal love of a vampire's daughter.
Silver stakes and a garlic deathtrap.
Like a Priest's slave and a fatal attack.
Your final need for Darla's blood.

Talking poems of Lost Romance,
Stalking daggers of taken blood.
Like living life with a blood stain on your shirt.
Crying mascara running down her angel-face cheeks.
Her infected lying lipstick at the edge of his flirtatious tongue.
Actions speak louder than words,
His words represent his insatiable lust and a harlot's history,
Her actions of our unbroken trust with these verses in me.

Just kidding...

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