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Hey, I'm Macy.
I'm dreamy, and quiet, Most of the time. I like soft, peaceful music to ring in my ears. Instrumentals are beautiful. My favorite song is River Flows Within You. But my favorite music is the sound of thunder. Don't worry though. My favorite bands consist of Nox Arcana, Senses Fail, Hollywood Undead, Secondhand Serenade, Green Day, A Skylit Drive, and even the piano work of Yuko Fukushima. Half my life is spent indoors, because of my Vitiligo. Vitiligo is a skin condition in which there is loss of pigment from areas of skin, resulting in irregular white patches that feel like normal skin. Sun enhances the condition - dark skin, white patches. I also have strange teeth - like a vampire. I don't crave blood though. Whew. My favorite movie is Bram Stoker's Dracula (bleh!), But my favorite TV show is Supernatural. And my favorite book is -don't shun me- Breaking Dawn. I play the oboe, and have learned bits (BITS) of the piano. Keyboard, to be technical. If I could have one wish, it would be to have the world restored. To the times before Adam and Eve, when the world was clean. Before all the pollution and death. I love long walks through meadows as much as like the graveyard. I am Agnostic, Which means that I have no idea what to believe. God-wise. I think he is there, but I know that 3% of my heart disagrees. What a shame. I love the night. Well actually, Twilight. (Not the book) Twilight is the best time in the universe - When everything seems too beautiful and fragile to be true. I'm very mellow, and love poetry and reading. I like to dream, when I remember them. My latest dream was of being in a cave with quiet harp and piano notes traveling silently on the wind. A disturbance in the area quaked and a man -of about 22- fell down from the ceiling of rock. He had scales and one large spike proudly stabbing it's way through his shoulder armor. I don't remember the rest, but whatever. Bye, love.
--Macy--
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Diary of a Mental Case
Poetry, Diary Entries, Avis, and even Tutoring.
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The unforgiving darkness breathes me in; There in the light, my heaven my kin.
My arm is to short, the darkness too deep, now there I lay, there I rest.
Sudden nightmares begin to creep, and I must listen to the screams,
Of all thee, lost, deep in sleep.
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