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Birthday
• 1992-06-13
Gender
• Female
Location
• I am where I am. Where that is, is none of your concern. Thank you.
Member Since
• 2006-08-29
Occupation
• Philosopher of sorts.
Real Name
• Raine Sage if u may so kindly call me.

Personal

Achievements
• Achievements acknowledged by others countless, yet meaningless. Achievements my most cherished and I acknowledge are few, yet meaningful.
Anime Fan Since
• Who knows when I began.
Favorite Anime
• Loveless, Inuyasha, DNAngel, FLCL, Tsubasa, xxxHolic, Kamichama Karin, Chrono Crusade, Fullmetal Alchemist, Cardcaptor Sakura, etc.
Goals
• To become a doctor and to live my life fully, get married, have at least one child, and die in a honourable way rather than death by cowardice. Probably while protecting someone.
Hobbies
• play guitar, paint, draw, write, listen
Talents
• painting, drawing, writing stories, poetry, play guitar, and to listen

myOtaku.com: TearlessGreyEyes

Saturday, September 2, 2006

Dreamer

I dream alot lately. Mostly anime. Kinda of like what would happen if I got sucked into an anime, or if the characters were real. I always just think that maybe some of us would be happier in an anime world. I probably would. Then I could escape the harsh reality of this world.

Poem of the day:
Poisoned Knives

The rain feels like poisoned knives.
Just like the way they look at me.
Disgusted looks imprinted in my mind.
Just like poisoned knives pierce me.

To hide behind my shield of hate,
Is to hide from darkness as well as light.
An only escape from pain through death's gate,
I must open, or succumb to death's flight.

Supposedly read just like a book,
but the pages torn and frayed.
I wish for sweet words, and sympathetic looks,
but only pain, suppressed by pray.

All their words are tearing me up inside,
Shredded from mind to spirit, as if I'm nothing.
I am now nothing. Haunted froever in mind.
Their words tear deep, and they bleed steadily.

He held my pain, for I am who he cared.
Carried part of my burden and sorrow.
He softly spoke when it was too much to bear.
But then he was taken the day after morrow.

The pain grew greater as his death tore deep,
The one I cared most gone in one blink.
He left me my burden and my pain to keep.
Heartbroken, mind clouded, unable to think.

The rain feels like poisoned knives,
Knives that pierce so deep.
Although it cleanses me of pain in mind.
His death like knives, that pain I shall keep.

~Raine Sage~

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