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Mystique placed the book on the nightstand before sighing sadly.

[color=00aeef][i][b]I am only searching for my own anchor. I need someone to ..... be there and to listen to me. Someone who I can understand and feel comfortable with and ...... I really am not sure what I am looking for. I can't go to some minuscule microscopic thing and speak to it. I need someone that I can relate to......  [/b][/i][/color]

Mystique walked over to the window and opened the curtain. There was a beautiful sunrise coming up in the east. She wrapped her arms around herself as she went into deep thought about her own life and just where it was heading. Perhaps she needed to go out and meet others but she had no desire to go hunting for someone. She was a mother of one and going on two or three. 

"I suppose that I wasted my money on the Wiccan book but it was talking about being a Witch." she spoke.