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A Metalhead


We listen to our music. About politics, religion, history or our beings. We headbang and mosh for out joy. The truth is what we are seeing. Life is a big lie. Is what we are always told. We live in happy ways, we try. We try to be nice and bold. Society has outcast us. Like a black sheep in a farm. No longer accepted or trust. Just a knucklehead without any charms. But the majority of metalheads Are smart and wise. But not giving a chance. What people tell about us. Are all lies. Give us a chance. We can shine in the stars. Yes we love to prank. But i believe, even we can reach as far as mars.
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Hey, call me Gerry. Well i am a junior at my school. I can't say my english is well. However, i really do want to become an english teacher. It has always been my best subject. Well anyways, i am 17, play guitar and love expressing my views about life.

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