Last Login: 06/20/2009 5:36 pm
Gender: Male
Red Like Blood under the Unfimiliar Ceiling of Love and Hatred. Waking every morning with a mask and a hollowed shell. Winds collide, chipping away at these protections, making me paranoid of everthing. Eyes gleam down upon my shell, wishing to see me
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so wat you been up too??
*LOOKS TO THE FLOOR AND STARTS WALKIN OFF*