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Mar 2015
Where there's water I'll drown
Where there's fire I'll burn
Where there's heights I'll fall
Where there's shelter I'll hide
Where there's comfort I'll cry
Where there's love I'll hurt
When you would rather turn to ritual suicide than fall into the arms of someone, who might have the power to break your heart into a million pieces.
Helene Josephine
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Helene Josephine  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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