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Väsyttää ja on tylsää. Vois olla nälkä. Ehkä.

Oh how I long for some... well, tenderness. For that is my eccence of life: Love. For too long have I walked with the shadows only to be accompanied by me. Me, all alone. By myself. I miss the warming touch of the sun. But my sun is not like the sun of the others. My sun, as hard as it is to understand, is love. I no longer need nothing more than the feeling of being wanted somewhere. Being welcomed there. Someone to miss me. To love me. But that, I fear, is too much to ask.

As one cartoon character once said: Oh whoe is me.