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  • Artist Info: Hey there! There are a few people who don't quite know the depths of my soul, so i wish to make them a bit clearer. Here goes...<br />
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    My life actually isn't a simple born and go home kind of deal. I was adopted. And before you ask, I was not in any orphanage. I'm no orphan. I was adopted before I was born. I didn't find this out until I was five, though. I didn't quite know what it meant, so i didn't really care. I just went out to play with my friends. I was in a new house and needed to socialize with my new friends, since I was pretty shy.<br />
    My life was complicated from the start. Not just from moving or being adopted, but family. My mom was a drinker on top of bipolar, so if you do something wrong, she snaps like *snaps fingers* that. I was lucky that she wasn't violent, just loud. But it was scary, especially when your mom is hospitalized when your only eight after finding out she had an affair and seeing her kiss the man right in front of you with your dad. I was so confused. I thought it was my fault. I though everything was my fault.<br />
    Eventually my mom get better and I'm a (somewhat) normal teenager.<br />
    Anyway, I digress. For others who don't know much of me, I'm a strong believer of the paranormal. Meaning, ghosts. People say they don't exsist and usually have a different reason to back it up, but what if a spirit needs to get a message across to the living? What then? We go on living never thinking about it? Not me.<br />
    I've had an experience with the paranormal. Well, not personally per say, but my mom had one.<br />
    My aunt died when I was ten and it destroyed my family. at the funeral my mom told me she thought my aunt was trying to speak to her. She felt weird and spoke out, praying to the after life asking that if she was there to give my mom a sign, and she got it. The light directly above my mom's head flickered on an off repeatedly until she left from it.<br />
    Another incedent, which is a little more personal and long has happened to me, but I'll just give you the basics. <br />
    I had a repeated dream for a long time. In the dream, I was killed by a man in a black cloak. I always though he looked familiar, but I got passed it. Eventually, the dreams stopped. Exactly a year later, on the day the dreams started, I went into a depression. You can find a lot of journal entries during that time in my journal. Finally, with the aid of my friends, I got out of it after a while. But then, something strange happened again. On the same day the dreams and my depression started, I started having sleeping problems. When talking with one of my friends we came to a conclusion that it was my past that caused the problems. And now, I've been thinking about it more and more and I've realized that the same time that all iof these things happened was the time when my aunt got very sick. About a month after she finally died of ovarian cancer. <br />
    So, yeah, call me superficial, but I think it was my aunt speaking to me. I think she's telling me not to forget. I try hard TO forget somethings, and then all of this happens. It's a sign. I know it. <br />
    Life is a strange thing, and we can't live in the present if we don't know our own past.
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