The earphones are my razorblade.
The sound is my drug.
The lyrics are my deathbed.
The imitation is my blood.
The end is my funeral.
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That is some mini poem that I wrote a few months back. I found it a while ago and decided to put it up.
Anyway, I'm Cely. I'm Emo and that rules. People look at me and would think I'm "normal" - what does that mean? I don't 'look' like a 'depressed emo' as they say. My qutoe explains more of that.
If you would like to know more about me, add me or message me. Later!!
