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Bailey, Bails, Bailsters. Meh. I honestly don't care. 80's obsessed. ALL TIME LOW, The All - American Rejects, Paramore. Music is what keeps my heart beating. I can relate to the Joker. A lot. Taken. Dancing is fun. Writing keeps the blood pumping. BIG HAIR. NOT EMO. NOT SCENE. I AM NOTHING. MORE?!

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Site up: June 7th
Visitors: Counters
Layout up: December 31st
Created in: Photoshop CS4
Coded in: Notepad
Features: Tyson Ritter of The All-American Rejects
Lyrics: Back To Me - AAR
Credits: here, here, and here.

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kate, sarah, danii, sarah, meg, tabby, vicky, jess, esa, vincent, aly, courtney

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Everything on this site was made by ME unless otherwise stated. Please credit me if you use any of my content (unless I say you don't have to), no matter how crappy it is. If you steal anything, I will bite your head off and then spit it into a toilet and it shall never be seen again!

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The Lifeless Eye

I look at my reflection all the time. One thing that grabs me the most is my eyes. My gray, lifeless eyes. I get chills looking at them. The icy stare of them could kill. When I think about it, they remind me of knives that can cut and tear through anything to get to the core of it.

When I look at those eyes, you'd think that nothing were going on behind them - if you thought that - you were wrong. There are emotions and thoughts that are unexplainable. They hide behind the lifeless eyes. No one really knows who I am, or what I am. It feels as if people look at me and think that I feel nothing. That I have no thoughts of my own. But I do. I do not express them because I'd be hated. I'm already considered a highly opinionated person, but everyone has seen nothing yet.

I feel so horrible. The words and thoughts that are developed in the back of my mind could hurt so many people. I keep them there - under lock and key, so that they will never be found; behind my grey, lifeless eyes.



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