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HOME.. PARARAEGALA.. DORKISTIC.
FICTIONS

Eye of Raven
Peril in Menacing Throb
Poignant of the Broken Memory
Wielding Katana

DRABBLES

Forgotten Melody
Gift of Immortality
Perhaps...Love is Another Word to Express Hatred
Raisonnement, Confiance, Fric
Man of Crow
The Making
Bitter Farewell
Sailing the Boat
How I Met a Demon. (29 NOVEMBER 2011 - 17:02)
Who Am I?
Demonic Me
Demonic Lilith
Soldier
The Child: Me.
Knowledge
Dying Me
Valuing My Life
Mixing Potions of Feelings
A Deadly Game
Tampering in a Tub
Renovating My Heart
The Master He Only Have
A Man and a Piano
Two Peas in a Pod
Death is the New Beginning
Ignorant Me
Wittering Serenity
Entering Battlefield
My Name is L.
A Fight To Come

POEM

A Man Can Die But Once
Eternally Remembered
Forever and a Day
I Like This Place and Willingly Spend My Time In It
Miserable Have No Other Medicine but Hope
To the Tiny Being
A Pearl Among the Pebbles
Who I Am
A Somebody

ONE SHOT REQUEST

Psychosis Attraction By SSLL Staff @ SSLL

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The Child, Me
Poetry over philosophy,
Embroidery over cooking,
Dance instead of chess...

Every girl born in the country of roses were raised by these words...

But I, I alone, am different...

I live by poetry and strive in philosophy,
I do embroidery and master in cooking,
I am a dancer and a chess player.

I walk both worlds, which not many fine lady dare to venture.

"Dance makes a woman true, jewelries make a woman beautiful and poetry makes a women wise."

These are the words which I often hear and take to heart, but not all of it...

After all, I am a manipulator...

"Dances makes a woman true, jewelries make a woman beautiful and poetry makes a women wise...philosophy makes a woman courageous, cooking makes a woman well-do and chess makes a woman sharp."

These are the basic principles which I lived by...

Not many accept it. But it's ok.

I do not need their recognition. I just need them to stay out of my way and shut up.

Is that is hard to do? Am I asking too much?

I guess not. *shrug*

In the moment of drowsiness,
Pararae
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