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Yo, I am Bloodyren, welcome to my profile
I really don't like to talk about my self much, and I prefer to be alone most of the times.
I like Anime and manga, but I like don't anybody making fun of it.
I like my own style of art and stories, I hate bashers
I work in my own pace, I don't like to rush.
I have some trouble promising to hand in things in time
I respect you or anyone else the same, no one is special, I don't trust anyone, but I have manners
on the outside, I may look or act I hate you and the world, but really I am a nice person. . I will accept anyone who respects me or at least tries
I take pairings very likely, I have a few that I love.
Surfing the Internet,
Anime & Manga
My religion (christian)
I tend to find new bands almost every week. so it is kinda of a pain to post every band that i come to like
Ninety-eight percent of teenagers have tried smoking pot. If you're one of the two percent who hasn't, copy this and paste it in your profile! (I don't like, and never will)
Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, than weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile! (damn straight)
If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this into your profile! (hell ya)
This is to help bunnies take over the world, or at least FF.net. Copy and paste if you agree. PASTE IT INTO YOUR PROFILE, DAMMIT! And come join the dark side. We have cookies. (come join, there is cookies Dammitt!!)
This story is about a little girl that was abused. If you care about it, copy and paste it to your profile.
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm sradishing to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I sradish to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
If you hate those obnoxious snobby people, PLEASE copy this into your profile. (. . .enough said)
Put this in your profile if you didn't know the Alphabet Song, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and Baa Baa Black Sheep had the same tune, and were all composed by Mozart (o.o; not really only the English version)
98 of the internet population has a Myspace. If you're part of the 2 that can resist stupid fads, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever been flamed, copy this into your profile.
Fear not the darkness, merely what it hides.
If you've ever wondered what you are like in another dimension, copy and paste this in your profile.
Only 8-15 percent of the population are left-handed. I am a lefty, and proud of it! If you are a fellow lefty, copy this into your profile. ( I am special)
Pessimism is good. If you are always pessimistic, you will never be disappointed, because you are thinking of the worst case scenario. If you agree, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you've ever wondered if you were adopted because of your sibling, copy this into your profile.
No one believes in the probability of a GaaSaku in the show. If you believe it, then copy and paste this in your profile.
If you have ever gotten so completely sidetracked in a conversation that you don't remember why you were talking in the first place, copy this into your profile.
If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile.
If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile
If you are a person who acts friendly but has an evil mind and is secretly planning world domination (you're all welcome to join me by the way) copy and paste this to your profile. (who told my secret)
If you ever wished you could live in a story, copy and paste this to your profile.
Even when you can’t see Him, GOD is there! if you believe in GOD put this in your profile.If you love God with all your heart. And are not afraid to show it, copy this into your profile
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
You know what Mommy: I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop! I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!
Mommy, I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
If you're against abortion, re-post this
This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?
Repost this if you truly believe in God.
Repost this if you truly believe in God.
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what,
and if you stand up 4 him he will stand up for you.