Name: Samara Paige Emrys
Called: Samara, Mara
Hair: Really long, really light sandy blonde, with some blood red streaks through it. Pitch black.
Eyes: Light hazel. Kelly green.
Skin: Really pale, so pale it's almost paper white.
Piercings: Both ears, lip.
Birthdate: October 17th.
Zodiac: Libra.
Age: 19.
Crush: Unrequited and unnamed. PS, It's none of your business.
Children: Beaux & Sharina. They live with their father. I don't...talk about them much.
Job: slave assassin for aubrey of avalon.

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There's a place off Ocean Avenue
Where I used to sit and talk with you
We were both 16 and it felt so right
Sleeping all day, staying up all night
Staying up all night

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

I've learned a lot so far
It's got me thinking
What will happen down the road?
Sure I'll make mistakes
But I'll keep dreaming
They might come true, you never know
And I wish there was another way
That didn't make me cry

It's always times like these that I think of you
and wonder if you ever think of me
Cause everything's so wrong and I don't belong
living in your precious memory.

I could make you a promise,
And be all you want me to be.
Give you my hand as we walk down the aisle
So you could live happily.
And you would be happy,
And I'd make you smile
But I'd go on living a lie
But do you really want
To give your life to,
Thinking you've found true love,
When it hasn't found you?

You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

GETTINGAWAYWITHMURDER; p a p a r o a c h

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And you're the master
And I am waiting for disaster

I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)

I drink my drink and I don't even want to
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to
I never look back cause I don't even want to
And I don't need to
Because I'm getting away with murder

I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder

(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away, Getting away with murder)

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And I'm the master
And I am craving this disaster

I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)

I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder