What I want.

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You know what i want? I want to paint pretty colours on a blank canvas and i want to walk the streets in the middle of the night with no one around. I want to wander to where i have dreamed of and i want to realise that in this world, i will be hurt. And i cannot leave my heart in anyone elses hands and expect them not to break it. And i will be torn limb from limb before i will get it through my head that life will not be kind, and it will not be fair. Unfortunately for us, this is reality and this isn't far away where i wish to wander with the boy who fills my mind and my soul.

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