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  • Artist Info: TODAYS DATE IS 9/15/2012 I AM A 13 YR OLD GIRL WHO IS LYING ABOUT MOST OF THE INFORMATION I HAVE ON HERE. SINCE MOST OF MY FRIEND REQUESTS ARE GROWN MEN. IF YOU ACCEPT A FRIEND REQUEST FROM ME MY PARENTS WILL CONTACT THE AUTHORITIES AND PASS ALONG YOUR PROFILE INFORMATION TO THEM. ***<br />
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    idea:well if u must know about me then here it is. . . <br />
    im 15 bout to turn 16 ( thank god)**** REVISION I AM NOT A 15 YR OLD GIRL <br />
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    im a blonde wit blue eyes ( im not stupid people i write books -.-)<br />
    im female last time i checked <br />
    and i wanna have u read my story i wrote and if u dont ur missing out and can go die in a hole    <br />
    My mistake<br />
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    Kaitlyn (me): half vampire<br />
    Morgan (him): half elf<br />
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    I sensed the arrival of dawn, though the inn's small room was dark and shuttered. It called me from my slumber. The first night with Morgan in my arms lingered in my memory, my arm streched out over his chest his hand on my legs which were intertwined with his. I feared for him, but perhaps if I kept him close he would be out of harms way even from my blood lust . . . oh how I was wrong. That night . . . that horriable night i lost my love and my very own life. We had been making love to eachother and all of a sudden i felt the urge to bite him but igroned it continuing on for a bit then as if I was being controled I sniffed his neck and bit into his soft honey-suckle smelling flesh and ignored his pleading. Then all of a sudden a sharp pain exploded in my spine and I released my grip on his neck and yelped. I turned my head seeing a silver spiral dagger in Morgans hand. I snarled hatfully and shot forward baring my fangs that glinted in the pourly lit room while i bit into his wrist, hearing his hollow bones crunch over his blood currdling screams. His hand dropped onto the ground with a thud. I watched him die of blood loss and as I stared at his dead body my own body gave out. I layed there on the floor and as i did a man walked in front of me then crouched down and said to me "Thank you dear for killing that boy whom i hate so much." He smiled and pulled out a weird colored elixer and took off the top "Drink up please it will save you from the pain of heart break and that horable gouge in your back." He then pressed the bottles' rim to my lips then tilted the bottle up and forced me to drink. I drank it within secounds I felt cold and couldn't move and then . . . everything was dreadfully dark. I've been in hell for five dreadful years and I relive that night everyday and I think to myself what a horable mistake I made.     <br />
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    I wrote that and i hope u liked it if u want u can tell me wats rong wit it idc it would only help me.....<br />
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