I am dragged by colourful skies.

I want to be strange and weird, but can’t always be.

I want to be brave, but I can’t.

Sometimes I don’t want to think, but I have to.

I hate anger.

I want to call up my friends but can’t.

I blame myself for almost everything.

I like talk that sounds official. Like ‘we have a record for a stolen pre-owned vehicle’.

I believe in miracles.

I hate butterflies. I am afraid of them.

I don’t like people who are always smiling and laughing.

I don’t like popcorn.

Don’t even ask why I wrote this.

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