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Stato: Single
Modello Cellulare: N95
Il Mio Operatore Mobile: Nokia
Occupazione: on loving gal, 39, zz
Scuola: Apollo
Mi Piace: Music, Stories, New peoples nd friends, kissing, hanging wid friends
Odio: Dogs, Fake peoples nd gal, 39, z wid high attitude
Musica Preferita: Rock, Geothic, 80, 39, s, Punk, Metal, Romentic
Libri Preferiti: The last Night, Last page of my Diary
Celebrità Preferite: Bill Gates, Mukesh Ambani
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♰ ダーク マン♰  I'm only the fucking Angel of your Nightmare †


                Name: Rahul
                Age: Does not matter.
                style: Gothic / Visual Kei

Hii .. I am an indefinite ...
Be original, not my poems plageie × ¬ ¬
Read the damn profile ^ _ ^

†About me:
Lonely, thoughtful, intelligent ...
I like good conversations, but do not talk too ^ ^
if you have curiosity to feel comfortable in asking
or shut up

* we are masters of our mouths,
we are not slaves to our words

for a time wanted to feel human ...

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† ... I hardly hung out in any group.

† ... I have male friends ... and do not add men!

† ... Do not expect me normal attitudes q you expect of others.




'I am not your salvation
I'm destruction, the path twisted
tenderness of a rose, mournful romanticism
I am the angel infected, damn
That cut their wings

Maybe I wish morbid, if you're lucky ...
I am sincerely unhealthy for an answer without question '
(вy: me)





Solitary

I am a dead child
's face of fear and hatred
that comes in the form of an angel

I am looking for a heart to me
If your neighbor is perhaps my turn to hit
Maybe I have a reason to live

Maybe this hatred to end
Maybe I Remember the childhood that I had
I might not walk so melancholy

A broken doll now
White skin, a timid
blood and cuts

I'm your angel hellish kind
And I'm so cold
Hoping you warm my soul

As it rains look at the sky looking for a purpose
Wasting Tears the open
Waiting for your embrace arrive.
(вy: me too)






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