Why is it that we live bound to hide our fantasies from each other and live with the skeletons of our pasts buried in our closets. Break down the walls and tear the boundries away to let them melt between the rules and social nicities people uphold.
I've been here since the first years of DarkPoetry and still many of you don't even know me. I used to be trowasrevolution, but lets look at that as another life because that was so dearly long ago. I'm known by many names to many, but you can call me dd or dark.
AIM: TrowasVoice79
MSN: teddy_8579@hotmail.com (email addy)
Cell: 507 291 6079
"This one came from looking, this one opened twice
These two seemed as smooth as silk, flush against my eyes
This one needed stitches, and this one came from rings
This one isn't even there, but I feel it more because you don't care" - Stone Sour (Made of Scars)
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