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So this is what nothing feels like. I never knew it would feel so...empty. It's like I'm sitting in a void between time and space. A true hole in the spectrum. I don't even remember how I got here, the events leading up to this are still blurry. What I do know is this, My name is not Baby Doll. I am not Sweet Pea. I will never be Rocket. I will always be me, but until I know who that is, you can call me Lonely. Yes, that will work, Zulla Lonely Dark. An alias to who I really am until I know who that is. And when I do, you will too.
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That up there is nothing. Just a ramble that I was doing while staring at this empty box, call it the perspective of a book waiting to happen. No true name, nothing on the inside, nothing on the outside. So I gave it a name, gave it life, and now it is time to give it meaning by putting my words to the page. This here will be my whatever everything. My past, my present, and my future dreams. As E. Lynn Harris called them, My "Snow Dreams", and I ask that you help protect them by making them better. I will post drabbles, short stories, poems, and whatever comes to mind in here. Judge me, hate me, like me, relate to me. Just know that this is me, and that's the best I will ever be. If you have a request you think I can fill then message me and I will try to fill it within time. I don't expect much.

~~Vivi signing off of this summary thing. (Or as I think I like better... Zulla Dark. Tell me what you think of that name.)