|These are the photos I am happiest with..at least today.|
Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1 - Accusations for the Weak I didn't know, I just didn't think fate would chose my destiny. But here I am, standing before the judge in the courtroom, waiting for him to make the wrong assumptions. And I have no lawyer, no one to fight for my rights when I did no wrongs. I couldn't even imagine someone like this anything other than a monster, I am no monster. They have no proof yet, of who did this. All they know is what they have from the security camera footage, me sitting on the bench in Steamridge park, my face in the records. They have no proof that I committed this crime, this disastrous felony. this catastrophic misdemeanor. They know me by my face, something I can't control, something that makes me utterly powerless.Chapter 1 - Accusations for the Weak by CastingFishes
I just turned eighteen last month. I'm now the age to be legally locked up in a cage for the rest of my life. I can see the look on hi
Battleground HeartMy body is a battlegroundBattleground Heart by Rosary0fSighs
I held a grenade in my mouth
while you tresspassed over enemy lines
holding prisoners in my chest
I pulled the pin in my ribs
and watched as my heart exploded
and gunfire over my lips
dancing on my tongue
If you had a grave
I would close my eyes to it
lay my head down
and wish again
that you didn't exist)
|Soo.. I have decided to Challenge EVERYONE on dA! |
I selfishly want to go home, and I know that if everyone of you donate just 1 point, I will be there there in a day, tops!
OK, 2 days.. Time difference and all..
If you fail me? I will cry and donate what I get to someone that needs a membership or something.
I already have one.
HAND IT OVER, KID! thank you.
I was born in Canada, raised in South Africa, Mexico, Belgium. Moved to the US when I was sixteen. I have been blessed by all of the cultures I have lived with, as they taught me tolerance and respect. |
So, I respect all who respect me, and I tolerate fools not at all.