Description from original post (created 2016-05-05 20:37):
"Sømetimes quiet is viølent
I find it hard tø hide it
My pride is nø lønger inside
It's øn my sleeve
My skin will scream
Reminding me øf
Whø I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's nø hiding før me
I'm førced to deal with what I feel
There is nø distractiøn tø mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel"
øne stormy day in January a unknown figure listened tø Twenty øne Piløts and became løst in his mind. A few høurs pasted and he decided to becøme a member øf the band Twenty øne Piløts, but he hated fame and wanted to be un-judged and unknøwn sø he wøre a mask tø prøtect his identity. He kept this dream inside and wøuld use it tø escape tø anøther wørld where everything if perfect and made just for him.
This is my ønline persøna.