My name is Anthony Romero, i branch of from an acient powerful indian clan. This clan has been blessed with the gift of "the mirror wheel eye" it allows us to view and copy any technique used against us. It also allows us to predict attacks, read minds, and if your special do many amazing things that have been unheard of. Though this sounds crazy it is very true. On me, i live myself as me, no more masks, egos, just me. Thats the way it should be. I could honostley care less of what people think of me. If you are a friend you will understand me more than anyone else could. My friends have a higher status than anyone alive that i know. Because of my past i do see the world in black, and i have a very hard time expressing my emotions, but hell iam hoping to find someone to teach me. I walk this earth with one goal, to have a family.   Though it sounds crazy and pyschotic you would agree if you only knew. in general iam pretty chill and live ny the saying, "dont start nothin, wont be nothin." i am not afraid to start or finish a fight, but honostley i do hate it. So yeah this is just the short version of the small piece of me. Once upon a december (remix) Long ago, far away, once upon a december, i was there fighting them, once upon a december, darkness held me gracefully flustering staright into the heart, blackness coming from my spine straight into my mind. six hundred children lined into a cocktail drug drinking to the glass, than sat in the class molding our destiny. one day after there was only half we were the ones without luck, than they pounded training into our memories. soon we left to go do what was meant for there thrill when we returned, we were hailed as the new grand design. but one day, long ago, down when i remebered, what i was and what i could do, than that camp was destroyed, showing me my centerfold and how great my capacity had strenched across the galaxy. than one day i came to know that i was no more than a hole filled with blackness like the night filled with hate, darkness mixed with insanity. so you know how i think, what i can remeber, no one could understand unless they came from my memories. once upon a december. What these eyes cost me would cut in thee, simply put you could bear sight of one of my fights, the eyes that hold judgment in there hands and the power to bring even the darkest down to there knees. but with the cost of making see in black, like sea of pain that has much to gain, one thing being my sight, the more i use my gift, the more my eyes see into the night making my blind, and my younger sibling has the cure but it is the window into her, so will darkness consume even the blackest of hearts or will i just wither away into dust?
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