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I want

[font=Times New Roman]I want to live in a world where there’s nobody here. How free it would feel to look out your window and see nothing. How you can look in the mirror and never see stress, pain, or sadness. Lost in a crowd with a million different faces makes it hard to find the center. Yet, when your alone you have the freedom to be a million and one people all at once.

If I cry, I want to cry because I’m unbelievably happy, not because I can’t make you happy. I want to smile because I feel like expressing myself, not because I feel forced to fake a smile for you. I want to look in the mirror and see beauty not woeful eyes. I want to look upon the night sky and create my own image, not one that was published in books. I want to be introduced to things without being held back. I want to love myself and never love anybody else.

What an exciting feeling it would be to walk around and not have people judging you. Dress the way I please, rather than trying to follow the newest trend. I want to believe in my own thoughts instead of listening to somebody preach their opinions or beliefs. I want to close my eyes and not be afraid of what I might wake up to. I want to look at my own shadow and not see anybody in the way. I want to open the door and explore what’s never been touched.
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I want to breathe in the air and not inhale fumes. I want to blink and not be shocked as to what’s in front of me. I want to invent the world, not the world invent me. I want to look back and not be cautious about someone hurting me from behind. Just face the future with nothing more or nothing less than determination, strength, and hope.

When I am asked to jump, I never answer, “How high?” Instead, I ask, “What will I hit when I reach the top?” What is so great, so powerful even, about our world though? I find no interest in finding love with another or relying on another human being to supply me with happiness.

Disappointed, I am not alone in this large, problematic universe. I cannot share my inner feelings with so-called friends, because you can never honestly know a person’s true self. Intertwined with depression, looking for someone to take out such frustration. Will i ever get what i want?
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