To the staff!
Sometimes I get frustrated with my laptop and I log into Marapets using the family computer. Please do not ban me!! I have 8 kids to feed!! Just kidding! Any who, I was once KatieKay1776, but I lost my password and made this one. 4 months later, I found my password so I moved all my money to this one. My BEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD IS GreenWinter and I sends her moneys all the times. I also bid on auctions ans buy stuffs for her. Please do not ban me OR my AWESOME friend. Ban me, but don't ban-"HAHAHA,this is the "awesome" friend butting in! Please ban ME not her....Thanks! " I now have a new friend on here as well. Frenchfri263 has joined to roleplay with us, and she will log in on my computer a lot, and we will send each other stuff, and money. My baby sister, KityKat2002, is on now as well! Also, I use a range of devices now. I use my main computer, my friend Brittany's Ipod, her mom's computer, and my dad's Iphone...

Love,
ParamoreLover13
GreenWinter (who interrupted me!! )

Really? You opened it? Well this is just poems, I dunno if you'd care...

Outcast
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Infected by the disease
Alone and scared
Empty and silent
Outcast

Dark and dreary
The outcast life
Still full of despair and sorrow
Outcast

Terrifying living
separated from others
This is my life as a
Outcast
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Home?

Home at last.
dark and dreary.
The streets are empty,
and bloody.

This is not my home,
cold and careless.
This is lifeless
and lonely.

This place was full of fights
and hatred, just the same.
This is not a place of sanity,
full of pain and suffering.

Different and delusional
I call myself here
I have a hallucination of my friends,
but still my mood boosts.

They aren't how they seem
moody and depressed,
quiet, careful, then gone
What has happened to my home?

No one is here,
just me.
The fighting killed them off,
just as it seems.

We people
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In the hands of authors,
we are characters.
In he hands of illustrators,
we are imperfections to be fixed.
We people

Controlled by rulers,
modeled by peers,
"perfect" behavior by elders
never ourselves
We people

We people
need creativity
need reality
need freedom
need to be ourselves

There is no author
no illustrator
We are real
and free!
We do our will
not theirs
You write your own story