Post by Robert Michael Ward on Feb 8, 2011 19:07:51 GMT -5
robert michael ward,
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BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Robert Michael Ward.
At your service. Call me any name you would like; first middle or last. I have been known to answer to all.
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Rob, Robbie, Sharky, Bobby, Bob, Starfish.
There are very few nicknames that I can be found approving of. My true name should be fit enough for everyone to call me by. But I would not mind being labeled Sharky or Starfish. I have grown use to them.
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
Nottingham, England.
I have not been to my home- the setting of my birth- in a great deal of time, though I would not mind going back for a short visit to bring back the memories and stumble upon possible new plots once I have been released from this academic prison.
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
English.
Or British, as some people seem to enjoy saying even in these modern days. Do not except the accent. I have not lost it, I merely choose not to use it anymore. It can be difficult to understand.
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
September 8th, 1990.
To think that is has been nearly twenty years since my story began. This journey through life has been interesting enough. But even I wonder what I would be today if I had trailed along the better paths in my history.
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
Nineteen.
And a half. I must wonder why they are so willing to keep the characters in this juvenile jail past an adult age. They should free those who reach age twenty. It's too old. At least move them to the proper prison to experience their rightful punishment. At least it would be easier to escape here.
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
Atheist.
I believe in a creator, but I do not believe in what everyone else calls God. The creator I believe in is the writer. He or she who writes our stories, chooses our paths and finds us our plots. But we are the writers of our own stories. We choose where to move forth from our current position. I am God. You are God. We are all the definite Creators of our own rightful stories. This is my religion.
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Pansexual.
Physically, I have never touched another male. My body is drawn to that of the female characters and rarely reacts to men. But I believe my body could change its mind if the right character came down my path. Emotionally, I am quite the opposite. I have never felt the feeling of love toward a female, even if small crushes have developed in my younger years toward them. It is men that my heart has grown harshly attached to. But this, I believe, could be changed as well.
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
Murder, Theft, Arson, Kidnapping.
The story is a long one. There were bodies, nicely skinned, cleaned, drained of blood and cut up that were stuffed in the freezers I keep in my basement. There was a small accident resulting in the police finding these corpses I possessed. They say it was kidnapping because I took them and then said it was murder because I killed, cooked and ate them. Arson is on the list due to a mistake I made when the police came after me and the theft was something I confessed to in court. I might as well have. Make things more interesting.
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
Three Years.
One year is down. One year has already been spent in this setting. I have grown quite tired of this child prison plot. I wish to move onto something new and more exciting. Something that will prove to be a challenge and perhaps a bit of fun. But the time is ticking down. The next two years will go by fast. I even doubt that anything of interest will happen in the next two years, so all readers might as well skip ahead to the chapters where I have left this asylum of boredom.
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Guillaume Varki.
Do you know this man? I do not. But if my story is ever made into a film, he has permission to play my part, even if he is a model and not an actor.
IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
There is an enjoyment that I possess toward a great deal of things. The story could hardly move on if I held a dislike toward everything. But I do not know where to start without sounding like a bit of a... how can I put this? Creep. I love blood. Not to taste. I love the color, feel and smell. But blood contains a great deal if diseases which is why I must drain it from a corpse before I feast on the flesh of humans. I am not a zombie, though I have always been amused by such creatures, and prefer to think that I have the DNA of a shark somewhere swimming through my veins. They are my favorite of creatures and the idea of possessing their teeth, gills and water talents would be a joyful achievment.
I love to meet another who can keep up an intelligent conversation going with me. Ridgestone is good for the fact that, though I am at an age far out of school, I have the ability to take classes. I must be one of the few who enjoy getting an education. Books, writing, theater, art, law. I enjoy the biological side of the sciences and an attachment to the class of psychology. Nothing better than learning about how the minds of others work. Getting into a person's mind and controlling it is a hobby of mine. I mind fucker, you could say that I am.
It is very rude to stare, as nearly every child was told growing up. But I am an observer and stalk my prey. I enjoy listening to the stories of others and hearing out their problems. If I have the ability to help them, I will do so. But the more I know, the better of I am. Information is a key to success. I love it. Every little note, no matter how small or unimportant it is. I will find ways to use it. Whether it is for blackmail, bribes or threats. I enjoy creativity, but will do whatever I have to in order to get whatever it is that I want.
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
Everything I do not enjoy should not be hidden. The other characters deserve to know what it is that I do not like. That way they can either throw my dislikes at me and get attacked for it, or learn to avoid it and gain a higher status on my relationship table. First off, I do not like liars. I have learned to find your lies and I will force the truth out of you by any means possible. I also find no interest at all in characters who will not contribute to me in some way. If you cannot bring anything interesting into my life, I will not enjoy you and will no doubt ignore you. Just a warning.
Just to quickly list down a few things, I do not like cats, people who are larger than I am, my own height, vegetables, peanut butter or the Tooth Fairy. I hate the Tooth Fairy. My teeth were never good enough for her. I also hate heat and will rarely sleep with the covers over me. Deserts become a bother though I am able to handle sand, as long as I'm not laying in it too long. Sand should mean a lovely beach, not baking till my skin dries up. Even the sunlight is annoying to me. I try to lurk in the night and shadows because my eyes and skin hate the sun along with all the burns it leaves on my pale body.
Last, we will make it clear that I am no technology fan. I do not own a computer. I have no phone, no iPod, no nothing. I did own a television and a VCR for the purpose of watching movies, but not even a DVD player. You might say I am technologically challenged. But maybe my lack of technical abilities are caused by the fact that I hate it all. If there is something I need through the internet, I have someone to do that for me. In my gang, there was a boy who seemed to have mastered the art of technology. He was my hacker and he wsa the one I called on to handle computers and even the phone. If someone wants to contact me, they can hand deliver the message or send mail.
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
To be eaten is my biggest fear. It is a dog eat dog world. You must eat or be eaten. So I eat that which I am afraid will eat me. Well, I eat just about anyone, but I must dispose of the threats. I do not fear death, I just do not like the mental image of being taken into someone's mouth and eaten till I become nothing. Just pieces going through the digestive trap of someone, or something, who probably is not even worthy of tasting me in the first place. If I die, my remains will not be eaten, they will be burned and disposed of. That way, I shall not rise from the dead as the monster. When I die, my story ends. There is not meant to be any continuation.
There are more fears than just one that I have. I am only human, just like we all are. I possess fears even if I do not wish to admit to them. There are things even I do not like to admit, but I will say as much as I believe you deserve to know. For instance, there is a fear of cats that I have. I do not have allergies and I do not think they are going to kill me. I just hate them. They smell funny and are always trying to get all cuddly. All they do is meow and I just want them to fucking die and leave me alone. Cats are for lonely characters. I enjoy my solitude. I do not need some cat ruining it.
Cages are not for me. Even prison is pushing it. But a small cage with little room to move, even a small room where I cannot move around much is too much for me. I am not claustrophobic. I do not mind small spaces if I am going in there willingly. But if I am forced into a cage and not allowed to leave, my reaction will not be a good one. I fall into a state of panic and you can expect me to do everything in my power to escape. This school has something they call Isolation. I have not been there and there is a reason why. I have seen that the room is not too big and you are cut off from everyone with no choice but to stay. I will avoid trouble to avoid that Isolation. Such a place will drive me sane. And there is nothing fun in sanity.
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
I am a man of many questions. I will poke at everything that anyone says and analyze it, finding more questions to ask about it. You see, I would love to end up as a detective one day. I do not believe that being dropped into this facility will lessen my chances to reach that goal. I will pull off the occupation. I have solved my fair share of mysteries already, just not under the title of detective and not under the orders of police. But I do not believe the police would want a cannibal on their side. I will find a way to reach this goal.
There is a second job I have in mind, which involves opening a restaurant and becoming a chef. A cannibal as a chef, you say? Yes. Do not jump to the conclusion that I will force human flesh down the throats of customers. It is my choice to eat people, just like everyone else has the choice whether they want to or not. I would cook real food. Human flesh is kept for my own little pleasures at home. I would not want to waste effort killing people and then giving the prize of their corpses away. They are mine.
Aside from the dreams of future jobs, there are some random funny little goals that I would not mind reaching. Such as becoming a shark man, maybe owning a shark farm or leading an army of sharks. But those are just little silly goals. I would also love if cannibalism were legal, but that will not be happening in my life time. Getting out of this juvenile prison should be a given dream. Just three more years. To figure out how the human mind works, to figure out how to break said mind and learn to use it for my own purposes. Maybe rule the world or at least plunge it into utter chaos. I also would not mind love. It is not a huge importance to me, but it only seems human for someone to think of it now and then. I believe it could be a nice experience and it could benefit me and make me appear much more innocent if I had a lover to woo.
WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
My flaws? This list could be a very long one if I allowed it to be. But I would rather not make it seem as though I am the bad guy. Let us start with the fact that my sanity does not exist. I will not deny this. I may seem calm at most points, but there are times when the fake sanity slips from my fingers. We do not need to go into detail in what my insanity involves. But many are dead, damaged or scarred for life after the things they have seen me do during my frequent phases of crazy.
I am a lying, manipulative bastard. It is too true. Hypocricy is all throughout my veins. I hate when others lie to me but I am trained to lie. The few times I am honest, it is brutally so. That does not mean I am not honest about good things. I am. But I frequently point out the blunt truth and damage feelings. That is usually because I do not like the person. But I will still lie and bend the truth. Anything to get people to believe me and think that I am the good man. I can get anything I want if people trust me and think that I am their friend. Some of them really are my friends. They are often the ones who do not mind the idea of being my tool as long as they can be my friend on the side. I am controlling. I like to use people. Any friend of mine knows it and apparently does not mind.
There are beliefs that I have that I am very strong on. My mind can be changed, yes. But there are some things I believe in and, when someone goes against that belief, I will use force and words to attempt bringing them over to my side. That does not mean that my beliefs are right, I just really think that they are. A person does not have to agree but that does not mean I cannot try with all my might to convert people to my ways. That does not mean cannibalism. I will not convert others to eating humans. Is cannibalism a flaw to add as well? Some may consider it to be.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
Blood and biting is a beautiful thing. I do like to leave my mark, be it with my teeth or a knife. I love to hear screams, moans and my very own name. The louder the better. Perhaps I should also mention that I need someone I can dominate. Feminine is not a problem for me. Someone fragile, thin and easy to break beneath me. There is no height preference, as long as I can break them. I do have an enjoyment for darker colored hair and pale skin. I could even add in little things such as guitar music, cold hands, the outdoors and people who do not mind fighting back. Never any fun in people who are willing to bend to every little thing you say to them.
What I am interested in heart is not the same as what I like physically. If someone can do all the things above along with what I am about to say, then they would be perfect. What I need is someone who I can talk to and will talk to me. The person, male or female, must be willing to tell me about themselves because I will not tell them my information if they will not tell me theirs. And what I really want is someone who can take the emotions and words I bottled up. A pretty smile and someone who blushes and gets flustered easy can draw me. I love blood, yes? So nothing is better than blushing faces. If the person is playful and rough, yet always submitting to me in the end, while in bed, it is near perfect. But if they, while outside of the bedroom, have a heart, there is nothing more I could ask for.
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
What is the opposite of everything I said I liked in my turn ons? I do not tolerate silence. I expect them to make some noise or at least talk while I am taking them. They should also avoid being all nice, gentle and helpful in sex. I like to have dominance. I do not like when others dominate me. But, when people start acting all kind toward me while I am in bed with them, I have this tendency to consider letting them be on the giving end. If I were in the submissive position, I just would not accept it from someone who will be rough and violent. Only those I top are allowed to be rough with me. Those who top me, which is no one, must play nice.
There will be no preppy men and women who think highly of themselves. I do not enjoy a huge ego and you could almost say I enjoy someone who is lacking their confidence. It gives me something to help. If they are going to be confident, I hope it is due to something I have done for them. I like to make others feel beautiful and good about themselves. But this is getting off topic. Back to what turns me off. I shall add that my sex is never in a bed unless I am planning to kill you after. My victims at least deserve to die in bed. You should also refrain from touching my neck. Such should be rather difficult when you want to touch another so bad. The exception is if you are planning to bite it. But I do not want kisses or hands on my neck. It does bother me.
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
Back home, I have a little gang. We call ourselves Anarchy. I do not take any credit for the name, it was created by my father and his friend. But this gang, made up mostly of teenagers along with young adults, is my best memory. We are a family and I love each and every one of the members. If I did not love them, I would either kick them out or eat them. But I do. So there are no worries there. Some of the members give me better memories than others. My second-in-command, for instance. His father had been the best friend of my father. Together, those two had created Anarchy. When my father died, his friend gave up on the gang and left me and his son to take it over. Well, he left me to take over. His son- did I mention his name was Espionage Akero?- had no idea the gang existed until I picked him up to serve under me. That boy has to bring me the best memories of all those who exist in my gang.
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
To be quite honest, I would prefer not to explain my worst memory here. I will later tell my story and, if a person wants to know, they should read through my history to find out what happened that was so terrible. But I could at least hint to readers what they should be looking for in my history that was so bad. When you reach the chapter that ends with my papa dead, that is my worst memory. Everything we had to be put through, only to end with my papa's story ending forever.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
Charm is an important trait in Robert's personality. Anyone looking for a charming, well-mannered and kind man has found one right here. Robert is the man who will offer his seat, open a door, and happily hand out compliments to those he thinks would like or deserve them. Nothing he asks for is without a please, nothing he gives is without saying the person is welcome. He always says hello to those who look in his direction and will always say goodbye before he makes his departure. Robert has even learned to serve all others before serving himself and eat with a knife and fork rather than his fingers. An apology is also a polite way to solve many problems. He apologizes when he has been told he’s done something wrong, even if he knows it wasn’t him. Little matters aren’t important and he will say what needs to be said get them out of the way.
Robert doesn’t like to cause big problems. Or, if he is in the mood to do so, he wants to cause a problem that no one will accuse him of doing or something he could get out of with ease and words rather than violence. He doesn’t like a bit fight and would much rather kill another person without their resistance. Just stick a knife through the throat or heart. Something that will kill them before they can know what is going on or they have the chance to react. But, really, murder draws the attention of police and, with a dream of one day becoming a detective; he would much prefer not to have the police on his trail. Any time that Robert commits a murder, the body is very well hidden. But for someone like Robert, one body will last a long time.
This man is a whole different breed of cannibal. No one would notice the fact that the meat he uses in nearly all foods he makes is that of the human variety. In hamburgers, spaghetti, sandwiches; it is all human flesh. Robert is not on a strictly human diet and will always be eating a balanced diet, including vegetables and animal meats. Human is more of a special treat he gives himself every few days, like a person would do with dessert, only he eats it replace of his main meals. Robert has to go through about one or two bodies a month to satisfy the hunger he has inside. Each body he obtains is stripped of the organs that will cause his stomach to ache. The skin is peeled off and the blood is drained out. Though Robert enjoys blood, he could not drink it. It could have diseases. The body is even cleaned to perfection so he can tuck it into his freezer and properly cook on a later date.
How does a person know if they could be targeted by Robert’s eating habits? He picks out those who will not be missed and have no souls. Every person he ends up eating, he had observed before taking them down. He has to make sure that their soul is not there and that it really couldn’t matter if they were dead. No one else gets a say in his choices. It is all up to him in the end. For instance, any prostitute Robert knows immediately has no soul, no matter what they do to show it. It’s true that most of the people he has killed do have souls, he simply decided on his own that they don’t. Other easy ways to get eaten by Robert involve being an enemy. If he hates you, he will definitely kill you and perhaps eat your fingers while you are still alive and watching. A friend of Robert’s will have no worries. He asks all his friends at one point in their life if he can eat them after they die. If they say no, he will honor that choice and give them a proper burial or cremation rather than eating their corpse.
Robert is a man of many secrets. His cannibalism is just one of the many big secrets he keeps away from society’s ears. He knows that his personal information can be used by an enemy. When he is in a suspicious situation, he won’t even give out his real name. Rarely will he tell anyone where he is actually born or what his real age is. He usually tells people he’s a lot younger than he actually is and explains to people that he’s from another region. Usually, Robert is supposed to be a very honest man. You can ask him anything about anyone else and he would probably tell you unless he has promised to keep a secret. But anything about himself is a lie. Even if you ask a question about yourself, such as your looks or what he thinks of you, he will tell you the truth, unless he likes you and doesn’t want to say anything mean. Then he won’t say anything at all. If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything. He follows that little rule.
If you don’t know Robert’s deepest secrets, which can easily happen even as a friend, he can seem like one of the nice guys. When asked for help, he will give it without question. He’ll do it with a smile on his face and laugh along to the jokes that he understands. But he seems a little old fashioned. A lot of the jokes people talk about now a days- or all of those your mama jokes- just make him frown and get a bit confused. His own jokes often come in the forms of riddles or perhaps have sexual innuendo hidden far behind them. Though most wouldn't take Robert as a sexual man. Toward women, he can be very sexual. Rarely to men. Not because he doesn't like men or anything of that sort. Physically, he has an attraction to women. Emotionally, it's usually toward men. But that doesn't mean that can't be changed.
People may notice how intelligent Robert tries to make himself seem. But he is a very educated man. All spare time he has is spent with his nose in a book. He absolutely despises technology. Computers, cellphones, even music. He rarely even watches movies. But books are something he can always rely on to come into paper or hard-covered copies, no matter how new or old they are. Most books he finds, if he enjoys them, are read at least three times to a point where he could, in detail, explain the entire plot and its cast of characters to you. But a lot of what he reads is also education. There are countless facts about completely random topics stored in his brain. He is very willing to spew these facts if he finds the right moment and the right facts.
Unfortunately, the books really got to Robert's head. He got a believe that the world is just one large book and every life within this book is a story. Everyone is the protagonist to their own stories and, for all they know, they could be the antagonist to someone else's. The world is their setting. Mankind is their cast. Every problem that comes along their way is simply a plot hole that they have to use their head to get through. But every book is read. That is why Robert believes that they are inferior to a much bigger, more intelligent life form. These life forms are the stories that those on this planet are the character's to. Though many might think Robert is crazy, he thinks that the idea makes perfect sense. One might even catch him breaking that forth wall and talking to those 'readers' that he thinks are out there.
Robert is stubborn and could easily, in many ways, be labeled manipulative. He will listen to another person's thoughts but they will never change what his beliefs are. Every goal he is unchangeable. Every thought in his mind is unchangeable once he's sure about it. Though, if he likes someone else's ideas enough, he will find a way to add them into what he already believes. There is a chance that Robert will attempt putting his own beliefs into someone else's mind. It isn't through physical force, but through constant talk about it and persuasion when he knows the person doesn't agree with him. Once he has won a person over, that makes them easier to use for his own purposes. Robert would rather not put people through danger, especially his friends. But when there is something he really wants, he will treat everyone- friend or not- like they are a pawn for his own deeds. Robert has a belief that a man is allowed to use his friends to reach his goals and that, as a friend, the person must help him. He says they agreed to that when they signed the telepathic contract of friendship. But Robert knows this means he can't say no to a friend when they ask him for help in return. It is the least he can do when he's using many of them.
There are some funny little quirks and habits that Robert has that people might want to take note of. First off, he has a funny way of speaking. He will never use a contraction in his spoken sentences and refuses to leave out details. More or less, he makes everything he says far longer than it needs to be if he can find a way to do it. Though that way of speaking as started to come naturally at this age. These sentences are often cut short by Robert's thoughts. He is always thinking about something and this thinking involves him to trail off mid-sentence. Most people have to remind him that he was talking to them in order to get him to finish, but only if they can snap him out of thought. If a person doesn't remind him, they'll probably never know what Robert was going to say to them.
Robert has some huge fears that could easily be used as the man's weakness. As a cannibal, he hates the idea of someone else eating him. He would love company in his ways but he couldn't handle if they were to ever turn on him and take his body for the eating. Another fear would be cages. Robert has had bad experiences with them and the sight of them would never bother him. But the moment he is in one and does not have a key to get out of it, he goes into a small panic attack and will do everything he can to break through the bars, even if he has to break his bones. There is also cats, which is more of a hatred than a fear. He doesn't like when they are around him because cats are for lonely people. He is not lonely. Also, they bite and scratch and shed everywhere, not to mention they don't shut up. Robert would sooner kick a cat in public than allow himself to have one.
IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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WHO IS YOUR MOTHER? HOW OLD IS SHE? WHAT DOES SHE DO?
My mother is Maybelle Ward. Or she was. She has reverted back to her maiden name and is currently Maybelle Shipwright. She is still alive to this very day at a lovely age of fifty-six. Though she is currently unemployed and living with a friend. She has not quite been up to working for years. Not since father passed away.
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
As I mentioned, my father does nothing for he no longer exists. He did not even get a burial or a cremation. His body has just stopped existing in the entire world. It is gone. But his name before he died was Elliot Ward. He had been... how should I put this? A hacker. Banks, computers, security systems. He would do his best to hack it all. Along with his best friend, he led a gang. One that is currently mine to this very day. My papa would be fifty-nine if he were alive today. I believe he had been fifty-two or fifty-three when he was killed.
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
None that are alive. I was born a twin and the brother was meant to be named Cabel. But he is dead. He reached no age. Cabel was still born and did not even get out of the womb alive. I did. It was survival of the fittest and the fittest won. A shame though. I brother could have proved useful in these past nineteen years.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?
None at all. I have met females who I would not have minded having as sisters, but I have none that are related to me by blood.
ANY OTHER RELATIVES I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?
I have a pair of grandparents still alive and there are aunts and uncles about. I even have some cousins who possess children who are my nieces and nephews. But none of them are all very important characters in the flashbacks I will be showing you in due time.
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
HIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!
NAME/ALIASHIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!
Carly.
AGE
Seventeen.
GENDER
Female.
EXPERIENCE
Five Years.
CONTACT INFO
PM.
TIME ZONE
Pacific.
RULE PHRASE
Sanspron[/size]
IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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okay, here is how it goes. this application letter is made by eunicegoesRAWR! @CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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caustion.2! lyrics are by gary jules and tears for fear. please so do not steal or claim it as yours.
i have a short temper and if i see it and see no credit or anything like that, i will have to hurt you, biatch!
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