Hi, I'm HOA Freak2. I'm HOA Freak's friend but she left the boards and gave me permission to takeover Major Lie. I'm a song writer here's a song I wrote:

You and I

Tune: Perfectly Good Heart By Taylor Swift

I sit back and Sigh

While you Talk about her

Not knowing what’s on my mind

You and I, You and I

Is on my Mind

You and I, You and I

The impossible thought

You and I, You and I

Is in my head

Don’t you see the way

I look At you

All you have to do

Is realize that what in my mind

You and I, You and I

Is on my Mind

You and I, You and I

The impossible thought

You and I, You and I

Is in my head

Dancing through my mind I vision,

Us

You and I

If you only would listen

If only you could read my Mind

You and I, You and I

Is on my Mind

You and I, You and I

The impossible thought

You and I, You and I

Is in my head

I wanna Dance with you

My head on your shoulder

Your arms wrapped around me As we sway to the music

You and I, You and I

Is on my Mind

You and I, You and I

The impossible thought

You and I, You and I

Is in my head

Tell Me what you think!

DO NOT READ*

This is a true story.A girl died in 1933.A man buried her when she was still alive.The murder chanted,Toma Sota Balcu,as he buried her.Now that you read the chant,you will meet this girl.In the middle of the night she will be on the ceilling.She will suffocate you like she was suffocated.If you post this on your profile,she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. I do NOT bealive in stuff like this.

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
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

Mommy
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

Mommy
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?

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, re-post this

Everyone Pro-Choice is a murder! The Baby above could have cured Cancer!

I'm skinny, so I must not eat.

I have a few best friends, so I'm a loner.

I'm brunette, so I must be poor and stupid.

I care about my grades, so I'm a nerd.

I like to make people happy, so I'm a suckup.

I like to watch T.V and sleep, so I'm lazy.

I like to run, so I must be a health freak.

I like to relax, so I'm not responible.

I am loud, so I must obnoxious.

I like to eat, so I must be fat.

I like to have fun, so I must be childish.

I cry and breakdown, inside and out, so I must be a wimp.

I don't tell people eveything, so I'm a liar.

I stand up for my friends and I, so I must be mean and bossy.

I have insecurities, so I must not like myself.

How about you stop sterotyping? No one is perfect. Everyone has their days, and some people have a breaking point. Stop judging people before you even know them.

Remember that girl you called fat today?

she went home and made herself throw up

Remember that person you called ugly?

they're saving up for plastic surgery instead of college

Remember that guy you called gay?

he slept with a girl to prove he wasn't, and now he's stuck with her for 18 years

Remember that person you laughed at for passing out

they're dying of a brain tumour

Remember that girl you called pathetic and disgsting?

she cuts herself every night

Remember that girlfriend/boyfriend you cheated on and thought nothing of it?

They will never trust themselves to fall in love again

Remember that guy you dared to break into the store?

He's going to jail for four years

You don't have to do much to ruin someone's life. Just think before you speak. Consider how those few little words will affect the person you are saying them to. 'Cause if the roles were reversed, how would you feel? Hate bullying? Repost this onto your profile, so as many people get the message as possible.

Her name was Abby
She was only five
This is what happened
...When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

Post This On Your Profile If Your Against Child Abuse

LInk:http://www.youtube.com/user/thecomputernerd01