Pasha KaylaKayla looked out over the blissful port before her. The golden-red rays of the setting sun cast a scintillating mirror image on the calm sea. It was a portrait of beauty, as were most sunsets from the Pasha's grand villa. A bustle of slaves worked diligently on her person, from the grooming of her hair to the painting of her nails, applying the most expensive of makeup and perfume to her body and adorning her in the rarest of Naeralith's jewellery. Drawing her gaze away from the serene horizon, Kayla brought herself out of her private contemplation. With a frustrated rush of hands, she released herself from her fussing slaves and made her wayPasha Kayla
Activity!
Optimism
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I lie under an orange moon, and all I think of is love.
I think every day, but come to a conclusion of nothing.
I Work hard every night, but empty handed.
Why do we only talk about what makes us suffer, when we have some many things that makes us happy
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"The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself."
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~~Floating on Sensation's Wings~~
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