Last Login: 11/08/2011 7:02 pm
Gender: Male
Birthday: 06/26
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theze 2 were my first 2 friends ever on gaia! awsome huh
emo doesn't mean ur sucidical. emo is real. emo is people. emo is everthing. emo is a label. emo is being free. free to be you. free to express. free to tell everyone to f**k off. emo is just a word Emos- *are not crybabies *do not always wear black *can be VERY nice people *do not always cut themselves *are not always depressed *can be happy too *are normal people just like you! I SUPPORT EMO'S. I'm a liar, because I don't tell you everything. I'm a slut, because I like boys. I'm weird, because I'm not like you. I'm a nerd, because I actually like reading sometimes. I'm a fake, because most of the time I'm happy. I'm stupid, because sometimes I'm wrong. I'm a prep, because I like looking nice. I'm a punk because I hate listening I'm done, being labeled. put this on ur pro-file if u hate being judged!
MONTH ONE: Mommy, I am only 4 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby. MONTH TWO: Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though. It is so nice and warm in here. MONTH THREE: You know what, Mommy? I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad, too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me. MONTH FOUR: Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it, too. MONTH FIVE: You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby, Mommy... your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion? MONTH SIX: I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me! MONTH SEVEN Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus' arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me, Mommy? EVERY ABORTION IS JUST... One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. If you're against abortion, put this in your profile
Sort of an emo poem/short story. called ashes. I can feel them. crawling underneath my skin. eternaly trying to escape. pain. fear. weakness. my knife is the key to their freedom. and so i release them. and as they leave they make a mark. but one day i slide the key too far. and my happienest starts to ooze out. it feels good. and so i do it again. and again. and again. then she walks in. she starts screaming. i tell her that ill explain. once my head clears out. but its too late for that. she lays me down. and i fall asleep. etarnally. forgotten by generations. untill all thats left is dust. ashes nothing
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