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Vampires and bullets do not mix
Hello stranger and welcome. My name is Donatello, and It's my pleasure to meet you.
I hope that you will stay with me for a while so that we can go on different adventures that the cruel world will bring upon us.
Don't mind my silence, I'm a rather shy person but sometimes just being next to someone is enough as a companionship so that you can look deep inside your soul and see things differently.
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oh, you wish to know more about me? I may fulfill your wish then..
I like to spend my free time on art especially painting, besides that, I love riding horses and shooting bows.
I also play some games and love listening to music while taking a passionate walk at night when I have the time and energy for that.
I'm currently studying to become a social and healthcare assistant and I do a voluntary job as a watcher.
what is a watcher? well let me tell you..
A watcher is a person who is either called by family or a hspice to watch over the dying person until they pass away.. your main job is to sit next top their bed so they don't feel alone. you can also tals with them really anything that calms them down. A lot of people are scared when they are about to pass away, and this is the most you can do for them.
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The winds are whispering a name
And tears fall from the sky
The Devil's on my shoulder
Singin' haunted lullabies
A walk along the road
Reveals a story full of pain
I wish I'd never come to be
So buried by the days now
I curse the day and blame the world
For choices all my own
I got the patience of a dying man
Whose heart has turned to stone
The blood that's running through my veins
Is cold as cold can be
The darkness that I keep inside
Is surely killing me
I see a bird upon a gravestone
Who will lead me on my way
I see faces that I recognize
Whose names I cannot place
I'm a sinner in the worst way
So please, I'm asking you,
Light a candle, say a prayer for me...
There's nothing left to do
Member Since: | Oct 27, 2021 |
Last Login: | Jul 25, 2023 |
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