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Blonde girl, carrying an umbrella Of fluttering yellow and golden traces In her eyes, what colour amongst Sky, darkened by an overcast sheet Yellow umbrella, please cover my head! Yellow umbrella, dripping so loud! Girl of yellow, thoughts drift through fluttering In The Rain Alone

" You'll be going out to Tartus." " That's out of my way. I've already planned on going north-east." " We don't need you north-east, we need you south." " Not from what I heard. I know there's a wood shortage in Killicks." " We already sent someone there." " Bullshit. We're the only Transporters that've been here for weeks." " It's not your choice where you go. Either  take the job or get out of my city." " Why don't you take your city and shove it up your ass? I'll see you around."

You attract people who are emotionally closed up. Even if they pour their heart out to you they can't want you back or need you the same way because it would mean breaking down all their walls to make you happy, to love unconditionally. You 'save' them, but they went to you because they wanted you to save them, not counting that it would mean a dedication of saving you. Thus they get scared off, because it is a raw, dangerous feeling when you are the one people depend on in return. Technically, you attract people who need to be saved but have commitment issues. Thus until someone comes along who is willing to return the favor you are screw

          I had a dream on Monday night, Tuesday morning. It's difficult to pinpoint when I have my dreams but it's typically in the morning, after a few hours of sleep. These dreams are not like my normal dreams; they are constantly shifting, a whirlwind of chaos in setting and characters. The plot seems to stay relatively constant, though.          This particular dream began when a resemblance of myself, a female and a real life portrait of my friend Steve were escaping from a building that suspiciously resembled the Station Mall on the waterfront, backwards. It would be a good time to note setting is usually a composite of 10 - 100 thin

Name: Syra Vechalia Ozanaru Age: 30 Gender: Female Height: 6' 0" Weight: 146 Pounds Appearance: Syra has an angular face, with strong bone structure and a defined jaw line. Her nose is very sharp, and a little large. Her eyes are very prominent, coloured a lucid, mist-like blue. Her face is well toned, although its pale against her hair, which is a deep raven black. It stands straight, and reaches an inch below her shoulder line.  Her lips are full and through them comes a deep, melodic voice. Her teeth and ears are well-shaped and small. Her face has a look of ageless beauty and wisdom to it. Her eyes are soft, strong,