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Killian BioFull Names?
Caspian Killian Styxx
But mostly, I just go by Killian.
Caspian: Place Name- Caspian Sea, Sea God
Killian: bright headed
Styxx: The River Styx
What's Your Age & Gender?
I'm 18 year old ocean sex god >_~
Owls, dolphins, all types of horses, cats, dogs, idk I like a lot of animals.
Chicken, Bagels, and Steak with zucchini and portabella mushrooms.
Sour patch kids and ice cream.
All shades of blue Blue, sea green, all shades of green, white, black, silver and gold.
I like bubble tea.
The Script. For The First Time, Breakeven, The Man Who Can't Be Moved, prob more. lol
Too Close by Alex Clare
Use Somebody by Kings of Leon
Secrets by One Republic
You Found Me by The Fray
Jumper by Third Eye Blind
I'm Yours by Jason Mraz
The A Team by Ed Sheeran
A Lost Princess LoveThere sits a princess there, up there, up in the tower.
A pretty little princess there, as happy as can be.
So prim, so proper, so together, just like you wish you could be!
That is, until you take a closer look, a look inside to see,
That princess up there in that tower is as unhappy as can be.
She sits and waits for a prince, one who will surely rescue her.
Suitors come and go you see, taking pieces of her with them.
She decides she will not wait, she will save the Prince instead!
Which she does, and him she loves, with every part of her being.
But he's the one that pushes her, to her untimely death.
He's the one that betrays, leaves, and never ever looks back.
So now she falls empty and alone.
Will her prince come rescue her, or will she be forever alone?
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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