Creator of the Fate Collection - Poems and Haikus, and, later, my upcoming idea of a story.

μοίρα (Moira) - Greek meaning 'Fate'.

So the collection can also be called Moira Collection - meaning Fate Collection.

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My Fanfiction account - there's stories there now - hoo-rah!

http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4379623/

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To speak figuratively, I'm like an apple;
Sweet, brittle, and poison
What I want to hide is worthless
Go on, somebody, laugh at me

Something small - an appeal, a compliment, a misleading word;
They're all connected... upon being nothing but lies

Like a red, red, red, red apple,
At my sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet temptation, I cry
Long, long, long beyond my regret,
Is there anything at all?

The sun, the sea, kisses, the future;
Is it wrong to ponder on those things?
Listening closely for an invisible enemy,
It frightens me - no, makes me sick to my stomach

Even if you punish me once or twice,
I'll just coolly go on telling more lies, won't I?

When I hold up the white, white, white, white light,
I slip under the dark, dark, dark, dark shadows,
And a tiny, tiny, tiny secret is glorified
Will anything ever change?

Surrounded by red, red, red, red lies,
Faint, faint, faint, faint tears surface again
Though burdened with a deep, deep, deep debt,
I won't ever stop...

It's not anything I loved, or any kind of big deal,
But what I touched, what I saw, I made sure to take it all
Whatever lies I wound with, and whatever wounds I suffer,
I must protect what I must...!

What I want to protect is something important to me
Laugh all you want, I'll stand by to the end...

Hatsune Miku "Top Secret" (トップシークレット)