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Me.
Finolala, a person with too many birds squalling words in the black behind my eyes, too many coffins to step over on the way to my morning cigarette and too many things to remember before I breath.
I've had a rough couple of years, I got over it, I don't wallow and I try not to moan, I am generally a happy person. I'm 17, I go to college,in Dublin. I love my brothers. My friends are amazing people.
I'm originally from the West of Ireland, I haven't lived at home for the last couple of years. I went to boarding school in the wilds of Conemara with a bunch of weird and wonderful girls. We were stoned most of the time. The holidays I stayed whereever the wind blew me. I love travelling, strange accents, food that smells like a perfume counter.
I hate angst, cliches, and people who glory in pity.

P.S I'd jump Dave Grohl in a second if I ever met him.
P.P.S Louis MacNeice is my hero.

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  • This contest is also open to my current favorites, should they feel inspired. Below is one of my all time favorite poems. It has given me inspiration and a sense of comfort for a long time. I'm not sure why it speaks to me so
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