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Cyclic winds, Howling rain. Scratching footsteps, Unceasing pens. Ticking cars, Honking clocks. Approaching paperwork, Piling deadlines. Perpetual motion, Constant noise. If we could just stop, Stifle the unceasing footsteps, Or the scratching pens, Pause the ticking clocks, Or the honking cars, If we could sit, Quietly, utterly silently, Waiting, watching the hands continue ticking, Halt the approaching deadlines, Or the piling paperwork, Stop the perpetual noise, Or the constant motion, For one, glorious moment, The world would stop. And we could be ourselves.

Feeling like in love, And yet not in it, dreaming, Smile, happiness. She is all the world, Part of it, but means much more, Thinking back, smile. Beautiful girl, Eyes like stars, flecks of gold, love Graceful, tall, slender. Warmth, laughter, talk, Sharp, witty, playful, happy, Hands through hair, slowly. Yes, it is Yu, Me, (by the way, not your nickname) Me, I like Yu, lots. There needn't be names, There needn't be a label, I think we are good, Together.

Dust, rust red sky, dirt, Cigarettes, bottles, you, Crowded, free, Nanjing. We miss you, sweber, Nanjing, home, sleepover, fun, Fellow writers. Artemis Fowl, Harry potter, twilight (LOL), Don't know how, finish. Mumble, mumble, snore You, me, becca, dream on, Drama, law, Doctor I hope you have a, Fun, happy, totally great, Legend-ary day. Because, its, your birthday.

[File 5 of UNKNOWN] Its been several years since I've last seen any kind of spartan. The last time I saw real UNSC Spartans or ORION members since Lind, Mir and Verqi and I were in the augmentation process APOTHESIS. After that, the three SKY members were flown off to another part of the galaxy for convert-ops. I, however, was sent to Merro as a part of the capital resistance and elimination of the Insurrectionists, and then when the Covenant were detected first on Harvest, the UNSC sent in a elite team to tackle Covenant attacks. I was that team. Sent in a slipspace pod directly from the UNSC Everest, with -then Admiral Cole at the helm, I

The man walked slowly up to the wooden platform, the leaves of the autumn trees swirling around him. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, the tearful expressions of his friends, the wind blowing beautiful hair and white dresses around him, the clouds streaking across the sky. Each step seemed to be one moving him closer to his destiny. Fire exploded around him, meteorites streaking towards the ground from the heavens. People start screaming, and yet the man walks on. The morning sun rises in its full glory, showering the land in golden sparks, tiny ambers from the non-existent fire. The man breaks into a sprint, his clothes rippling arou

[File 4 of UNKNOWN] Preston J. Cole rested his head on his arms, and sighed. It had been a long day. ONI wanted every damned precaution he could take - from taking REAL funds that were suppose to go into the ACTUAL project to emails to lower ranking officers about the status of ORION. He went over the figures in his head. "Three hundred active members...all volunteers...minor augmentations..." He shook his head. The press had no clue what was going on. Only known to a handful of people involved directly with the program and Ghost, the commander-in-chief of Beta 5 Division in Section III of ONI. The idea was to shield vital information abou

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