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I am not the greatest person, one full of mistakes, regrets, and selfishness. Yet still, people tell me that they care. I'm not sure what to think of this."
It was but a dream,
a way of life, merry sorrow in moonlit beam. How we strive for things unspoken, as the demons within are awoken. For many shall fight, but not begin to fathom, between the light if day and the phantom. For the darkness in our hearts shall carry, and the sins of many shall be of what I am wary. How can we trust that which is falling apart, As it has deceived us from the very start. Can the idle hands make a living? Can the one who has nothing keep in giving?
It was but a dream,
A beautiful lie to cover the heinous scheme As we fall apart in all our lieing, And we seek for life in those that are dying. Is it alright that we play pretend? To live this lie until the very end? Seeking perfection where it doesn't exist, Rather then escaping the prerequisites. Building up these expectations, Yet missing all if the precipitation, We dry up in this arid air Gentle are we, and life isn't fair.
It was but a dream,
One which is unwinding at it's very seams, We claim that our eyes are open But it is clear we have yet to be awoken Living day to day we let time idly pass by Slowly we shall waste our lives Do you know really the limit that is time, How short it always is, and always hard to find? We throw it away as it were something to spend But is what we use it for worth it in the end?
It was but a dream,
A dream filled with hope to the bream Making the spirit unbroken as it flew Beyond limits it would find it to be true Oh how we hope for happiness But in the end we mourn and beat our chests Always looking at life with sorrow Saying our dreams will be true tomorrow But how can they if for them we never strive Instead we sit idly by, living, but not truly alive.
If I were to describe myself with one word, it would be melancholy. I am not a very enthusiastic person, typically always down upon myself. I often have moods of depression where I will push people away and often hurt them. Because of this, I don't have too many close friends.
I go by many names, so you're free to make one as you go along if you decide to associate with me. I go by the masculine pronouns and I'm 20. I currently do not know what I will be in the future.
I have interests in reading, writing, poetry, anime, video games, and Star Wars. I'm a very boring person who doesn't do much aside from working nights and sleeping during the day. I do not roleplay with strangers, but only close friends. I will likely only due 1 x 1 as I find groups typically die off quickly due to the fact so many people leads to many conflicting schedules. I am from as vague as semiliterate to Advanced literate, depending in how I'm feeling, interest in what I'm roleplaying, who I'm roleplaying with, and what exactly I'm doing in that roleplay.
Please be warned that I am selfish and perverted, I will likely only hurt both of us in the process. It is best to just avoid me, as in my eyes, I am not worth anyone's time. But if you choose to ignore this, please, handle with care, as relationships are fragile things.
[center][quote][color=39b54a]I am not the greatest person, one full of mistakes, regrets, and selfishness. Yet still, people tell me that they care. I'm not sure what to think of this."[/color][/quote]
[color=00aeef][h3][b]It was but a dream,[/b][/h3][/color]
[color=8882be][i]a way of life, merry sorrow in moonlit beam.[/i][/color]
[color=598527]How we strive for things unspoken, as the demons within are awoken.
For many shall fight, but not begin to fathom,
between the light if day and the phantom.
For the darkness in our hearts shall carry,
and the sins of many shall be of what I am wary.
How can we trust that which is falling apart,
As it has deceived us from the very start.
Can the idle hands make a living?
Can the one who has nothing keep in giving?[/color]
[color=00aeef][h3][b]It was but a dream,[/b][/h3][/color]
[color=8882be][i]A beautiful lie to cover the heinous scheme[/i][/color]
[color=598527]As we fall apart in all our lieing,
And we seek for life in those that are dying.
Is it alright that we play pretend?
To live this lie until the very end?
Seeking perfection where it doesn't exist,
Rather then escaping the prerequisites.
Building up these expectations,
Yet missing all if the precipitation,
We dry up in this arid air
Gentle are we, and life isn't fair.[/color]
[color=00aeef][h3][b] It was but a dream,[/b][/h3][/color]
[color=8882be][i]One which is unwinding at it's very seams,[/i][/color]
[color=598527]We claim that our eyes are open
But it is clear we have yet to be awoken
Living day to day we let time idly pass by
Slowly we shall waste our lives
Do you know really the limit that is time,
How short it always is, and always hard to find?
We throw it away as it were something to spend
But is what we use it for worth it in the end?[/color]
[color=00aeef][h3][b] It was but a dream,[/b][/h3][/color]
[color=8882be][i]A dream filled with hope to the bream[/i][/color]
[color=598527]Making the spirit unbroken as it flew
Beyond limits it would find it to be true
Oh how we hope for happiness
But in the end we mourn and beat our chests
Always looking at life with sorrow
Saying our dreams will be true tomorrow
But how can they if for them we never strive
Instead we sit idly by, living, but not truly alive.[/color]
[color=ed145b][h2]๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น[/h2][/color]
If I were to describe myself with one word, it would be melancholy. I am not a very enthusiastic person, typically always down upon myself. I often have moods of depression where I will push people away and often hurt them. Because of this, I don't have too many close friends.
I go by many names, so you're free to make one as you go along if you decide to associate with me. I go by the masculine pronouns and I'm 20. I currently do not know what I will be in the future.
I have interests in reading, writing, poetry, anime, video games, and Star Wars. I'm a very boring person who doesn't do much aside from working nights and sleeping during the day.
I do not roleplay with strangers, but only close friends. I will likely only due 1 x 1 as I find groups typically die off quickly due to the fact so many people leads to many conflicting schedules. I am from as vague as semiliterate to Advanced literate, depending in how I'm feeling, interest in what I'm roleplaying, who I'm roleplaying with, and what exactly I'm doing in that roleplay.
Please be warned that I am selfish and perverted, I will likely only hurt both of us in the process. It is best to just avoid me, as in my eyes, I am not worth anyone's time. But if you choose to ignore this, please, handle with care, as relationships are fragile things.
[color=ed145b][h2]๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น[/h2][/color]
[quote][color=39b54a]"If I never want to let you go, please don't leave, because you will take a piece of me with you."[/color][/quote][/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><blockquote class="bb-quote"><font color="#39b54a">I am not the greatest person, one full of mistakes, regrets, and selfishness. Yet still, people tell me that they care. I'm not sure what to think of this."</font></blockquote><br><br><font color="#00aeef"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b">It was but a dream,</span></div></font><br><font color="#8882be"><span class="bb-i">a way of life, merry sorrow in moonlit beam.</span></font><br><font color="#598527">How we strive for things unspoken, as the demons within are awoken.<br>For many shall fight, but not begin to fathom, <br>between the light if day and the phantom. <br>For the darkness in our hearts shall carry, <br>and the sins of many shall be of what I am wary.<br>How can we trust that which is falling apart,<br>As it has deceived us from the very start.<br>Can the idle hands make a living?<br>Can the one who has nothing keep in giving?</font><br><br><font color="#00aeef"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b">It was but a dream,</span></div></font><br><font color="#8882be"><span class="bb-i">A beautiful lie to cover the heinous scheme</span></font><br><font color="#598527">As we fall apart in all our lieing,<br>And we seek for life in those that are dying.<br>Is it alright that we play pretend?<br>To live this lie until the very end?<br>Seeking perfection where it doesn't exist,<br>Rather then escaping the prerequisites.<br>Building up these expectations,<br>Yet missing all if the precipitation,<br>We dry up in this arid air<br>Gentle are we, and life isn't fair.</font><br><br><font color="#00aeef"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"> It was but a dream,</span></div></font><br><font color="#8882be"><span class="bb-i">One which is unwinding at it's very seams,</span></font><br><font color="#598527">We claim that our eyes are open<br>But it is clear we have yet to be awoken<br>Living day to day we let time idly pass by<br>Slowly we shall waste our lives<br>Do you know really the limit that is time,<br>How short it always is, and always hard to find?<br>We throw it away as it were something to spend<br>But is what we use it for worth it in the end?</font><br><br><font color="#00aeef"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"> It was but a dream,</span></div></font><br><font color="#8882be"><span class="bb-i">A dream filled with hope to the bream</span></font><br><font color="#598527">Making the spirit unbroken as it flew<br>Beyond limits it would find it to be true<br>Oh how we hope for happiness <br>But in the end we mourn and beat our chests<br>Always looking at life with sorrow<br>Saying our dreams will be true tomorrow <br>But how can they if for them we never strive<br>Instead we sit idly by, living, but not truly alive.</font><br><br><font color="#ed145b"><div class="bb-h2">๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น</div></font><br><br>If I were to describe myself with one word, it would be melancholy. I am not a very enthusiastic person, typically always down upon myself. I often have moods of depression where I will push people away and often hurt them. Because of this, I don't have too many close friends.<br><br>I go by many names, so you're free to make one as you go along if you decide to associate with me. I go by the masculine pronouns and I'm 20. I currently do not know what I will be in the future.<br><br>I have interests in reading, writing, poetry, anime, video games, and Star Wars. I'm a very boring person who doesn't do much aside from working nights and sleeping during the day. <br>I do not roleplay with strangers, but only close friends. I will likely only due 1 x 1 as I find groups typically die off quickly due to the fact so many people leads to many conflicting schedules. I am from as vague as semiliterate to Advanced literate, depending in how I'm feeling, interest in what I'm roleplaying, who I'm roleplaying with, and what exactly I'm doing in that roleplay. <br><br>Please be warned that I am selfish and perverted, I will likely only hurt both of us in the process. It is best to just avoid me, as in my eyes, I am not worth anyone's time. But if you choose to ignore this, please, handle with care, as relationships are fragile things.<br><br><font color="#ed145b"><div class="bb-h2">๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น๐บ๐น</div></font><br><br><blockquote class="bb-quote"><font color="#39b54a">"If I never want to let you go, please don't leave, because you will take a piece of me with you."</font></blockquote></div></div>