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wahmbulance OK, hello my friends , I don't want to sound like an @$$ but i have been getting useless mail from people I don't even talk to and, some people that I do , I KEEP GETTING DUMB MESSAGES AND CHAIN LETTERS!

1.) I don't care if you not going to be on tomorrow, please don't a send a message to me.
2.) If you just made a forum, please only send 1 message, don't send 5 saying "please come to my forum" or " the forums dieing! please come and chat."
3.) If i get one more freaking petition Im going to kill someone! thats what the petition sub-forum is for!
4.) Send me the chain letter, I DARE YOU FOOL! if i get one more freaking chain letter i assure you that Im reporting your @$$ and make sure your account is banned.
5.)Grow up for the love of good... STOP acting like little wanna be adults and become one.
6.) For all you cyber wanna be mother ********, just try to cyber with me, I ******** dare you!!! Watch and see what happens...

Thank you, sorry if you toke this the wrong way, i get over 12 junk messages every hour... wahmbulance

Hi whats up y'all? Y'all can call me H. Little about myself I like working in cars, motorcycles, trucks pretty much anything that moves. I like listening to Dimmu Borgier, Through The eyes Of The Dead, Nightwish, and some other stuff. And thats pretty much it. Send me a PM if you got any questions or anything.

Written by: Rebekkah James, and SethBatebitchhhhh

Staring at those beige colored walls, that don’t ever change their expression.

Sitting in those uncomfortable seats, listening to your own heart beat,

Growing louder and louder with every shortened breath.

Wandering eyes, searching for an answer.

Faintly smelling the familiar smell of death.

Enclosed with people, all wishing the same thing.

All wanting to leave.

Willpowers being tested, Shouts being protested.

Silent tears being shed, boring magazines, being read.

The dance of the faint white line on the monitor screen.

The downward glance the doctor has when telling you that their eyes have lost the permanent gleam.

The exact moment when you notice the tears, flowing down like streams.

The flowers you bought to brighten things up, now lay dying, wilting, withering away.

Their fragrance lost in the scenery of the gloomy day.

Much like their lively smile, and welcoming stare

That now for some reason just isn’t there.

Eyes that once beamed, now lay open, empty.

Flashbacks to times you shared…

Turn into painful memories that become locked away.

The person you have become remains forever changed.

How can this happen?

How can this be?

The illness came and went so quickly,

Taking something more valuable back.

The one who made up for the things you somehow lacked.

The one whom you loved, more than anything.

Gone like yesterday, Gone, but never forgotten.

A photo book of memories is all that remains
Photos full of feelings of joy sadness and wonder, feelings you obtained.
Those feelings lay empty, untouched and buried
Buried so deep, inside you’re more wary.

Afraid to let anyone in,

Fearing they’ll leave the same way the lost love did.

The photos you have remain fresh, clean as a whistle.

Then the constant fear of a new clean book.

Awaiting the fullness of new photos to be captured,
A barely-used life to be lived

Memories being built.
A distant glimpse back at the unfeeling room
With the memory of the numbness of the day,

The day all you could do was walk away.

Walk away into the darkness on the sunniest day.
Shaken by the soul still present inside your heart, soul, mind, body.
Never letting go of the hurtful memory that you both can’t seem to let go.

Forever there, it remains.

Haunting your daily life.

Affecting more than you anticipated.

Leaving everything you’ve come to know, come to chance feeling more than shaken.

Fairness is irrelevant, heartbreak is as well.

The beige walls are mourning the loss, the loss of the secrets you never got to tell.

The feeling of insanity remains closer than you think.

The image of their cheeks finally losing their pink.

Horrifying, terrifying and sad all together.

Friends

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The Omega Rising

Report | 07/06/2013 8:09 pm

The Omega Rising

Huh, never got this message. Sup?
Ms. Zorra

Report | 09/30/2010 11:37 pm

Ms. Zorra

HEY YOU! Are you still hanging around Gaia????
Ms. Zorra

Report | 09/02/2010 2:58 am

Ms. Zorra

Happy Birthday Charlie!
Ms. Zorra

Report | 06/23/2010 2:54 am

Ms. Zorra

Hey you! How is it going?
lXl Apollo lXl

Report | 04/09/2010 10:14 pm

lXl Apollo lXl

Yep. Looking forward to playing the Beta on May 3
7nicoletta

Report | 04/09/2010 10:10 pm

7nicoletta

Nah, I'm just getting ready to go to bed. I'll need my sleep, cause I've been ignoring my homework, lol.
lXl Apollo lXl

Report | 04/09/2010 9:30 pm

lXl Apollo lXl

Its a mixture of the Onyx Galaxy Helmet and Black Ops Gear.
ach ja

Report | 04/08/2010 5:38 pm

ach ja

thats fine, server died anyways and we didn't have the people
Countess_G

Report | 03/28/2010 2:01 pm

Countess_G

Feel free to comment back on some other kind of controversy. XP
Countess_G

Report | 03/28/2010 11:59 am

Countess_G

I've grown weary of you guidence counslor. -.-

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