But, if you are one of those drawers who does stuff for free I will be /forever/ in your dept. And I don't take things such as that lightly. I guess, again, that it is just how I am.


I ListenI'm dialing numbers I don't even know, Just to find the one that belongs to you. I've let you down so many times before, But now's the time to show you how much I care. Carrying this burden,I Listen
wrapped in your stares. I can't conquer these feelings, That I know you don't share. Crying to you, I know you don't care. But your arms feel so safe, Even when you want me to die. I would die for you anytime, Just tell me to.
I don't want to live without you, But there is no choice. You have someone else, You always talk of her so fondly. T


Viktor Joseph SharrUnlike anyone else at his estate, Viktor Joseph Sharr was not outside training. He had woken up at three o' clock in the morning, in a state of panic, drenched in sweat. Angered, he had headed outside and began 'training', and had kept at it for four hours until his anger- or at least from what had caused him to awaken- had finally run low. By that time it had been around seven fifteen in the morning- and he had then headed back inside to take a scorching hot shower. He had been moreViktor Joseph Sharr


Raven Rose BlackSweat shone with a bright sheen as the sun bet down on their battered bodies. She was breathing heavy, eyes closed, she jammed the blade into the ground, leaning on the hilt for balance. They had been training for twelve hours. From six to six. And she was tired, bruised, splattered and doused in both her and others blood. Raven Rose Black wiped the sweat from her brow, un-jammed her sword, and sheathed it. She would let the others spar at this time, she was too tired, and needed a drink and a cold shower to get away from the heat of the summer sun. It was possibly the longest day yet, damn the war, damn the fact thatRaven Rose Black


RelaxThe light was setting, creating a harmony of pink, orange, and gold in the darkening sky. The lake was still, quiet, except for the wind moving the water into small, lapping waves, animals making their sounds to each other. The trees blew side to side in the breeze, birds flew over head, chirping and squawking to each other, other animals moved about, getting ready for sleep, or waking from their daytime slumbers.Relax
Her hair was a purple-burgundy, it was layered to her chin, only a few random strands fell to her shoulders, her bangs fell over her left eye, and slightly over her right; her hair was spiky. Her skin was a pallid
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