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-Gone- Sometimes I hear them -Gone-
Sometimes I hear them talk
Sometimes I continue to walk
Sometimes I make it clear what I hope won't be my greatest fear
As time goes on I think that life won't be the same
I turn around and see there's nothing left for me to gain
I made a vow to never again speak your name
But every time I cry, it's as if you've become the rain
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I hate you too
Sometimes I ask myself where to go and what to do
And every time I think about you my heart slowly faints
And every time I bleed I swear I don't feel any pain
Sometimes I wish you were here
That you were near
Sometimes I wish I could dream forever
You and me endlessly dreaming...together
Name: Kruz or "Mutt"(as prefered by the parasite)
Real Name: Xander Solsalin
Date of birth: March 07, 1990
Species: Human(parasitic demon?)
Place of birth: Mexico, La Mora
Zodiacal sign: Pisces
Profession: Kruz: "I actually jump job to job, since I'm just traveling right now."
Cilia: "Just say it! Your a Hobo! HAHAHA!!
Kruz: "shut up."
Personality: Just by looking at him, you can tell he's not one to start a conversation. He's not crazy, but he's not normal. Lets put it this way. If he saw and Elephant with wings playing a banjo and ice cream was coming out of it's ass, he wouldn't react to it.
Hopefully that explains it. Who the hell is prepared for something like that and not react to it? Kruz: "What do you wan't me to do!? Lick the ice cream off it's ass!? Cilia: " *giggle*. Awww..c'mon mutt...chocolate is your favorite! hehehe."
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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