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Lux Aeterna

Lux Aeterna

Member since April 30th, 2007


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If you were to call me your sweetheart I'd maybe then sing you a song

General stuff about me
I'm 14 + I live in Australia
mums japanese + dads aussie
My parents are split + i live with mum + sux
I'm a christian<3
I'm teaching myself guitar + i used to play [viola
I suffer from Clourophobia!!! [fear of clowns]

I love <3-
Eyeliner [even if mum banned me from wearing it]
Gum [I know euw lol]
Emo stuff *cough* boys *cough*
Reeaally hot showers [temperature-wise lol]
Alcohol [Not that I get my hands on much coz Im only 14]
Black eyeshadow
Frank Iero<3
Jared Leto<3
Bob Bryar<3
Gerard Way<3
Jepha Howard<3
Quinn Allman<3
Stumpy McPanda<3 [Patrick Stump]

Tear apart all of my insides, when they rifle in mum and dad think you'll be saved

My msn address is if you're bored and feel like chatting but Im not on heaps...I will reply to all emails though!!


My Chemical Romance

30 Seconds to Mars



The Used

Dresden Dolls

Linkin Park


Hawk Nelson

The Almost

Marylin Manson
Relient K
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Green Day
Panic!@the Disco

I <3 emo boys
Real men wear eyeliner!!
Emo hair is sexy and so are black fingernails and fingerless gloves and piercings and skinny!!!
I get my braces off in August!! *dances*
.... i wanna run away + start a schmexy band.....

Fear is how I fall, confusing what is real


-School [the school part of school]
-People who think they are so much better than you because they are 'popular'
-People who take advantage of their authority, eg teachers/parents etc
-People who pretend to be someone they're not to gain popularity/ 'cool' friends
-Clowns ( cant sleep clowns will eat me )
-Spending time with my mum and sister
-Mum banning me from the things I love
-Racist people


I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had.
I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school.
It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised.
The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"

But does anything matter if you're already dead?

Please, Spare a moment to read this:
My name is Lilly
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,

I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse

My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide

From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain

Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops

And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Lilly

And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

-There are thousands of kids out there just like Lilly.
And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.

Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow, no tomorrow

Abortion is wrong.

Month one
I am only 4 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
Month Four
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!
Month Seven
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy? Didn't you love me?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, repost this

We are the nobodies, want to be sombodies

Lord of War

Fight Club



Save me from the nothing I've become

----///-\\\----Put This
---|||---|||---On Your
---|||---|||---Site If
---|||---|||---You Know
-----\\///-----Who has or has
------///\-----died of
-----///\\\----cancer xxx

Do you remember that day when we met you told me this gets harder? Well it did


A girl went to a party and she ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone.
She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger.
When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.
The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.
When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask the man one question.
Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her.
When the policeman asked him, he answered,"Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side ofher."
Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone.
Did you know that 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God?
Repost this as (your city) if you truly believe in God..,
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what
"If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in front of my Father"

I'm tired of being who you want me to be

I just got my pro info from mibba. I always change my mibba name so I wont bother telling you what i is atm. Im on there whenever I have free time so chat to me there whenever!


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