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UNDEROATH

Screamo / Hardcore / Alternative

From First to Last

Screamo / Post Hardcore / Punk

Nights Like These

Metal / Hardcore / Death Metal

Good Vs Me

Progressive / Metal / Hardcore

SICK PUPPIES

Rock / Rock / Rock

Carlos Bastias :)

Acoustic / Folk Rock / Country

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heyy my name is kelly :]
Im slightly obsessed with music which is why i made this account
i also like talking to new people so add my myspace! myspace.com/misskellymree :]

I live a fairly simple life.

Im really into sports and staying active and healthy. Soccer is definitely a passion of mine.

My friends mean everything to me, the ones i trust anyways.

Music and the freedom of self expression is kinda a huge deal to me.

I dont like being told what to believe, Ive already developed my own opinions based on observations ive made on just about everything that matters.

I can easily relate to just about anyone; Ive been through a lot of crap, but i feel like ive handled it well and learned a little more about myself and reality because of it.

I hate hypocracy, say what you think and stick to it. Trying to change yourself to make other people happy only shows that you're either insecure or ignorant.

If you have any questions for me the go ahead and ask, i might have an answer :]

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December 1

My thanksgiving and the death of my grandfather.

I spent this past thanksgiving in Georgia, as usual, at my grandparents’ house. This time was a little different however because my great grandfather (Papaw) was living with them as he had been terminally ill with cancer for awhile. When I saw him we greeted each other with warm hugs and smile but that was about the extent of our communication that week. Somehow I knew that this was going to be the last time I got to see him alive but for some reason I ignored my gut instinct and didn’t make much of an effort to show him how much I loved and cared about him. He spent a lot of time resting back in his bedroom so I figured why bother? When we left I didn’t even think to say goodbye and I love you because I was ignorant and thought lightly of how much time he had left.

To my horror, I found out the next day that my Papaw had died in his sleep that night. The bad new hit me like a ton of bricks. When I got the phone call from my dad I was on my way home from a friend’s house and I had to pull over because I was bawling so hard.

How could I have been so stupid to waste the precious time I had left with him? Why did it have to be so soon? Why did I wait until it was far too late to let him know how much I really did care? I remembered all the wonderful things he did for me as a little girl and all the memories I had of him, and he probably died thinking they meant nothing to me. Unfortunately I can never get that time back and I will always regret not making the most of each moment, but then I think how often do I do this in my relationship with the Lord? I put things off until the last minute, ignore doing things he has called me to do, and live my life the way I want because I always assume there will be time left.

Yes I love Jesus and I’m saved, but if I died tomorrow could I honestly say I made the most of every moment I was given? Could I really say I was totally surrendered and living my life for him? Don’t wait to live your life for the Lord, and don’t waste your time with the people in your life right now. Every moment is precious and nobody is guaranteed another day on this earth.

The Devil's Hold

The Devil’s Hold

It hurts in a place deep inside,
A compartmentalized heart where she used to hide.

Her house is a hell, And their yells are the flames on her back.
An angry mind emptied on a young naïve girl,
You lost her trust long ago.
Another misunderstanding, another memory, pain, another beating.
And I hope you don’t forget, you will reap what you sow.

A loss of self respect; a loss of self control,
Now she’s been sleeping with guys that she doesn’t even know.
She hides her pain in front of her friends,
Putting on a fake smile so other people cannot see
As she gives into temptations such as lust, drugs, and money.

Addictions take over
As she fights hard to break this pattern, this stereotypical mold,
But not everyone can break free from the devil’s hold.

I attempt at writing poetry, tell me what you think?