About

Well..uh Hm..
Well here's what I gotta say about meh:

Name: Amber Baxley

Birth date: 10/26

Birth Place: Maryland

Current Location: Florida

Personality: Depressed, Funny, Happy (most of the time), boring when friends aren't with me

Age: 14 ^^'

Gender: Girl?

Favorite type of music: any kind

Call me cute or adorable but its not true so stop saying that I am cute xD
And I'm Bi and proud of it~<3

And so..yea get to know me & you might like what you got yourself into biggrin

~Poems x3~
When I look at you, On the inside you see perfection and imperfection but on the outside is to the person imperfection but to others is perfection . - Me
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Come one come all to the creepiest circus in town.
There's horror, theres shock, and theres freaks.
There will be bugs in your cotton candy and snakes under your seats.
And yes I said freaks.
Like the human centipede and the imp.
So come if you dare Hahaha.
- Me
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Life is like a puppets masters stage every human being are the puppets and the dead people are the puppets who did their final shows. The special people are the puppets that got ruined but were used anyway. The evil people are the demonic looking puppets and the good are the angelic looking puppets. The rich are the well dressed beautiful/handsome looking puppets. The poor are the puppets that are looked down upon and are poorly dressed. But every puppet was built with love and care and were built with minor flaws that everyone has. Good, bad, rich, poor, and even specials they have flaws in them. Even though you cant see the flaws you know they are there. And this is my comparison to life.
-Me
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Love is a pretty weird thing
to feel and do.
Well for me its pretty weird
I don't know about you.
But when you first feel what
love is it's pretty bizarre and
it feels good.
And when you love someone
your body feels weird and your shaking
like crazy.
Right now I feel and do love
someone but i like them as a friend
and that someone likes me as more then just a friend but as a girlfriend.
That someone is a girl but I only like her as a friend and not a girlfriend.
Like I said love is
pretty weird
-Me
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You ask me "whats wrong?" and I just say "It's complicated".
You ask "Whats up with you and your boyfriend?" and I just say "It's complicated".
You ask "Hows your family doing?" and I just say "It's complicated".
After school you see bruises on me and you see me crying and you ask "What happened?!!" and I just say "It's complicated".
You call my cellphone and I answer it and you ask "Why do you always tell me 'It's complicated' " and I just say "It's complicated *gun shot* *thud*".
-Amber
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I'm sorry for making your life miserable what should I do to make it up to you?
I'm sorry for making you sad.
I'm sorry for breaking your heart like the way you broke mine.
I'm sorry for all the heartaches I caused.
I'm sorry for making you sad cause of my misery.
I'm sorry for everything that happened to you past,present,and future.
I'm just sorry..
-Amber
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Some where deep inside me is a little girl trying to tell people her true feelings.
But she is locked away by a fake happiness.
The outside of me is darkened with the fake happiness and on the inside its the true me.
Sometimes the little girl manages to get out to show people that she needs love and care.
But most of the time no one evens notices or cares for he.
Will people notice or care the next time she comes out?
I don't know but she is begging that someone will the next time.
- Me
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I had a dream last night
a very wonderful dream.
There were very pretty women all dressed in white dresses
and very handsome men in white tuxedos.
They lead me down this very beautiful street
to this glorious looking house.
Every time I look at the house
I always think that I need sunglasses.
Everyone is so nice to me
but since I thought it was a dream I knew it couldn't be true.
In my dream I saw people that I loved
and people that I hate.
Then I heard a faint cry and I knew
it was my mom.
Now my "dream" was becoming a nightmare
I wanted to wake-up but I couldn't.
I was running I was scared crying out "mom mom!!!"
but she couldn't hear me.
So I just gave up and started to cry.
Then a man called my name and told me not to worry
I turned around still crying until I saw his face.
He said to me "Amber my child in faith you don't need to worry your in Heaven now don't cry anymore."
Right then and there I knew my dream was a reality.
-Me
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You walk down the hallway & you see bloody dead bodies everywhere. But you can only see it, others can't. You try not to see it by rubbing your eyes but they are still there.
And now it smells like rotting corpses. Your about to throw up but you hold it in. But every time you breath in the more & more you wanna barf.
Now the decaying smell gets stronger & stronger. You can't hold it in much more.
Then before you could barf you pass out on the floor.
The next thing you know it you wake up.
Your bloody & everyone in the hallway is dead.
The walls are covered in blood & so are the lockers & doors & ceiling.
Then you wake up again & your are in your bed panting & sweating like crazy. So you sigh & go back to sleep.
- Me
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Tonight is gonna be a special occasion
It's all ready for her..
Everything is set up just as she wanted it to be..
Her parents & siblings are asleep
And the dog is in the parents room sleeping as always.
She walks out and kisses her little brothers forehead
& Kiss her parents on the cheek & pet tipper for a few minutes.
She walks out into the kitchen to make some chocolate milk.
The taste was better then the other hundreds of times she has drank chocolate milk
Its probably 'cause of the special occasion thats gonna happen..
She walks back into her room & shuts her door.
Turns to the items that she has put out then use 'em..
But before it could happen she couldn't get her hands to stop shaking..
No matter how much she tried to make them stop they wouldn't obey her..
When the knife was up to the place of the cutting she couldn't get a clean cut..
So she just put down the knife and crumbled up the paper that had a note written on it..
She grabbed my pillow and buried Her face into it and cried soft little tears..
Maybe next time I will be successful the next time 'round.
Or maybe not...
- Me
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& NOW A QUOTE X3

It doesn't matter what people call you
Either its hoe,slut,ugly,skank or whatever they call you.
You are who you are.
Not what people label you as.
To me I see a beautiful person not any of those things.
...So believe me or not but you ARE beautiful no matter what.
On the inside & out.
- Me

Enjoy knowing me an all ^^