I thank you all kindly. In reference to finding a real one, my expectations are pretty low so i really have no room for disappointment here. Youre all pretty friendly though, make a man feel welcomed right in, an what not.

Hi everyone, I am new here.

A bit about me? I'm a song writer, beat producer, an I run a self made studio. I'm in college and I major in psychology. I would like to treat addiction in respect for the many friends and associates I have lost to it.

I like food, anime, music, intelligence, tarot, astral, laughter, writing, programming (I'm a computer nerd too, just a really hot one), realness, andoid (I root phones an make apks an stuff), mobile legends, outer space, an tons of other stuff too.

Hate fake people? I don't, but I dislike them. No worries I'm a Sagittarius, so I probably will never hold you with such high regards that I'd feel the need to lie to you, as you can tell, I'm pretty blunt and honest with my feelings.

I have social anxiety but I do just fine in small groups, I'm not much for drama, an these days I'm too out of shape to step into a physical fight of any sort.

I dunno what I've left out but ask me anything you like... A closed mouth doesnt get fed an the worst that can probably come of it would be an ignored message.

I still remember where I'm from, those catacombs where I was honed.
A dimming mist of emptiness was my stomach as it groaned.
Before I was disowned, I was so skinny to the bone,
That fear shown was out of line and not condoned.
So I stayed inside my zone, with all I had or ever grown
Which was loneliness, my only bliss... My homie like the phone!
The only thing I ever known to call mine an claim my own
I never did belong, I was bamoned an I was often wronged!
I wish I had another win, another twin an can be cloned
But then I wouldn't be the roaming king who is lost without his throne
That's I'm so headstrong, and also why I'm always writing songs
When you get this alone, it's great to get an ear on loan
My soul holds a lot of holes, an they are prone to reach my dome
life has been a cyclone of all the hell that I get thrown
I unload my pain with flame, yes... I'm getting stoned
The only escape to numb the trace of a place I onced called home.

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Home is where somebody is thinking of you, yes I've known this
So keep me in mind so I can always find where home is
Then if you're ever homeless, remember "You're beyond missed!"
An when I die if still alive, find home where my headstone is
The best known myth was of Lucifer's disownment
Cause to lose the love of God is a sob that leaves you no wits
It's hard to read the old scripts an love God when you feel hopeless
I had found my own gifts, when pens showed me where my gold is
Writing helped me spoke swift, while my throat was choked stiff
When I was broke with, a whole list, of folk I owed s*#t!
But now I can go get... What I once felt was so his
Not to mention I got my own studio now an sell beats so quick
An while my souls ripped by a hell fog thats so thick
It has my brain grown sick secured within it's closed grips
I have grown friends, so that first verse can go ditched
Cause there's a "lot of thoughts" that help me find where a new home is.

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One way or another, I'll find Fame an I'll Discovery
My flame and my thunder, just wait for my reign to make sunder
Rather I'm slain in my slumber, or have my name on front covers
This world will recognize my existence like they've realized no others
No mother's, no lovers have ever felt such a shudder
I'll crumble any cludder if I stumble as I cut the...
Posers out my life, an I'll stay sober in this plight
Either way I need this road ta light if I don't wanna go an die on this road tonight !

-James "Majurain Edge" Angel