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Kohtasin sen mitä olin vältellyt vuoden,
oliko se rohkeutta?
Mulla oli tosi mukavaa sun kanssa,
Silloin aamulla ku heräsin olin todella peloissani.
Perjantaina heräsin luulin että torstai ilta oli unta.
Hyvää unta.
Toivottavasti me voidaan tulla vielä ystäviks.


Reason we think the flowers
on the precipice are beautiful
is because we are standing on the
precipice as well.
I do not fear because you are like
the flowers, you will not step off,
Still life is a wind,
Life is a wind.
White wind,
Without taste of spring
You'll pass blissful oblivion
But to see flower bloom,
The lovely scarlet petals of
soul is the duty of compassion.
To scatter them in dismal winds.
These deep wounds
are like the ocean's dephts
These crimson sins
become colorless with darkness
Still

Angel

i gaze upon you same way
that you gaze upon wings

and that is framed by hope
adoration, and a bottomless something
that resembles fear. I don't fear anymore.
I'm looking forward