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The following would be like an FTJ profile. Except, I refuse to get an FTJ account.
I'm another 16-year-old dork[y] rocker that spends too much time listening to music, writing, hanging at the mall, reading, banging on the piano & whatnot. I tend to be mellow, but emotional too. I write teenage poetry with fragmented ideas & too many pronouns. Favorite bands include Thursday, Our Lady Peace, Bright Eyes, Coheed & Cambria, The Beautiful Mistake, Taking Back Sunday, Straylight Run, Brand New & loads more. I'm also going to go deaf by the time I'm 30 because I constantly have headphones on [when I'm at home, anyway]. I'm friendly & open to new things. & I don't bite... too hard:p
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Massages. Cuddling. The rain. Candlelight. Chocolate. Screaming. Eyeliner. Roses. Dark hair. Shaggy hair. Pretty eyes. Lip rings. Fishnets. Guys who aren't afraid to show a sensitive side. Guys who are thoughtful, caring, loyal, funny, intelligent, can make me feel secure & comfortable, & share similar music & writing interests. Guys who don't give a shit about what those stupid people out there say about them. & quiet boys who don't talk too much but when they do, they can be funny or really mean what they say.
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My school.
Bubblegum pop. Rap & R&B. Bodybuilders. Bad hygiene. Saying something is "gay" ["That shirt is so gay."] Guys who try to act really macho. Guys who are cocky, stuck up, cold, racist, shallow, ignorant, mean, vain, unintelligent, thuggy or redneck. Guys who are very "preppy", too "busy", too demanding, mess around with me & other people, look down on me, do drugs, are narrow-minded, are too religious, are all about looks & are dishonest. I'm not that picky, really. Just don't turn me off.
Email: perfectsonnetx
AIM: PerfectSonnet xx

Everything's so blurry. & if you want a full picture of me, you're not getting it. Sorries.
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