Maybe you know,
Even tears taste good
Love dying is my food
And with this attracting mood
No, I don't want a new start
Chains surrounding my heart
H.I.M. sings me lullabies
Oh, and I like that all dies
Lover of mine isn't
You - but this feeling
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Writer who writes writings that may not be that well-written. Well me; I'm trying to write here in English as well as I can. Finnish is my language. But I guess I'll manage this somehow! I'm a teen-aged communications student who has always felt unexplainable love towards languages. I also enjoy good music (ie. Depeche Mode), art, good books, shortfilms and nature. And writing, too.
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