I want to run away.
I want to fly.
I want to breathe.
I want to live.
I want to eat some fucking poetry up.
I want to fill myself with visual art.
I want to absorb music.
I want to be loved.
I want tenderness.
I want to fuck.
And finally - I want to lose all my hope.
I don't want to care anymore.
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