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A mirror never lies. They know. Everybody knows. Do you not see what they see? A mirror never lies. I see what they see. Everybody knows. Everybody knows.

I'm crystal. I'm 14 and i live in a small town called Detroit that's in Oregon. I absolutely LOVE Alesana with a passion. Other bands I like are We Came As Romans, Of Mice And Men, A Skylit Drive, The Word Alive, and The Devil Wears Prada. My best friend is Cheyenne, look for her here its xxsuicidechyxx she's totally awesomecore!!!<33 My other best friend is AwesomeCoreCasey, on here he's CaseyBrown he's rlyyyyyy awesomecore<33

The depth of a mans soul cannot be measured in a matter of meters and fathoms, but rather it is in my opinion only quantified by his proximity of heaven and hell. It was in such this state that I ushered myself past the town tavern, bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter and drunken piano playing. Had it only been a different night, a different place, or a different kind of man passing by the threshold of the innocent pub, the events that transpired at that point would have undoubtedly been drastically different. I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue when those exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless begging for their very lives.

I love Alesana, I think it's the best band out there. I saw them in concert on March third, 2010. I met three of the members, Shane, Shawn, and Patrick. I got pics with them, and they signed my putple skinny jeans and my journal. I traveled 100 miles to see them, and didn't get back home will 2am. It was truly the best day of my life.

The night sky feels as though it has never been darker. With the fleeting hope of vengeance compelling me I will attempt to recollect myself and resume my chase. But what is it that I am chasing? Am I really chasing anything at all? Or am I simply drowning myself in revenge to avoid the hoorifying truth? I've lost the only thing that made me feel truely alive. Are my hands responsible? Are his? Who are we? Who is the madman that stood before me tonight? I swear I've seen his face before. I know I've seen his face before.

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Her youthful flush color drained from her much like the very blood from her veins upon the bedding on which she lay. Such a foul image for one to behold, but in some twisted way it only seemed to enhance her exquisite beauty, like a lily on a grave. I have failed. Once again I have let her down. My poor, sweet Annabel, you trusted me. You gave me your love, your soul. Now I fall to my knees infront of the man who took you from me. I fall pathetic, defeated. I will be with you again so soon, my love. So very soon. The eyes of an angel await me and I'll be damned if he thinks he can stop me now...

"Sweetheart? Darling? Turn around. It's me. Follow my voice. Everything's going to be ok, my love. Everything will be fine. It's all over now."