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What About?

-It's about a girl who never grows up named Raissa.

-She's eighteen and will forever be eighteen for the rest of her life. (Until her birthday comes up that is.)

[What's more?]
-Her days are bleak without happiness.

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What defines a Raissa?

A Raissa has to be:
Anything other than nothingness.
It's that simple.



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To You I Quote An Aphorism
Sunday, April 23, 2006
"Luck is when preparation meets opportunity." - The Little Black Book

Think. Reflect. Ponder about that.


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Waiting for you is like waiting for the rain in this drought- useless and disappointing.
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