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For those of you who don't know much about me, or don't know me at all, this is your chance to find out a little bit
more.
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I can't say I clearly remember where the whole picture of calling me Death came from. I've always been the crazy one
around. But now I'm the obscene, morbid child of darkness that nobody can seem to understand. Don't get me wrong, I'm not
complaining and I'm not a depressed person, I'm actually very happy with my life, I have it luckier than most. It's just no
matter what I always have to be a little bit less than myself or put on a transparent mask whenever I'm with certain people.
But that's alright, because I know that there are the few whom with I need no mask and places where I can be myself as a whole.
Here is where I'll start.
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What to say about me? Not very much, I suppose. I'm interested and intrigued by what most would consider, disturbing
and morbid. I'm a strange person with strange concepts and mood swings. Most people don't "get" me, and I am just fine with
that.
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This is me, take it or leave it.
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