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it seems like I cannot even find a place to begin anymore to explain myself.
I'm complicated and I like it that way.
I live in two worlds, one which I despise and the other I cherish and few people ever even bother
to notice and pass me off for a sullen girl with pms. Too bad they don't really look.

I realize that it is extremely difficult for many people to really look at someone,
to understand, to be spiritual, tremendously emotional and knowing.

I'd like to think I am all those things... somedays of the week.

So here I sit, as of date soon to be 25 years of age. A Mother, a dreamer, a artist: a painter, a poet, a singer, a writer, a designer, a creator of many things. An extremely emotional being who on occasion thinks she has wings, and on other occasions, flies. A girl with such passion you're suprised she is dead. Perhaps she only is that, because there are secrets to death that she knows, and knows well.

I do not seek darkness, it finds it's own way to me. As well as light. I am found of purity and I hate lies. I am most likely everything my mother wishes I never was and am everything she used to be. Or perhaps not.

Well it makes sense to me, and in my world that counts for something. But in your world it may not be so worthy, then again I am being too crude. For we are alike in our flesh and blood, yet in our minds we are all a different species. However every now and again someone understands. Someone is like me, I am like someone... and that, that may be one of the most important parts of it all.


I often wonder what it is like in another person's reality, now you know what it is like in mine... sort of anyway.
Either way I am glad you are here... I can feel the contentment kicking in like a drug. Thank you for being. I truly hope that you find light in the darker side too. It's really not such an unpleasent thing after all

in death we trust

love and light-
d e a d g i r l






deader then ever





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