I want to take life slowly.
I want to go live in Mexico for at least a year.
I want to experience France too.
I want to not fall in love again.
I want to grow my hair long.
I want to do it right this time, and stick to the plan.
I want to savor this moment.
I want to avoid you.
I want to make them laugh at things that make me cry.
I want to sing for you.
I want to write until I can't feel my fingers anymore.
I want to pretend I never felt that way, even though I still do.
I want to ride my bike to the end of the path, and then keep going.
I want to live in London for as long as I possibly can.
I want to believe that it's all possible.
I want to see the beauty in it.
I want to make sure that it means something.
I want to wear plaid again.
I want to have pink hair.
I want to pierce something.
I want to live my life like a Musical.
I want to hold hands and link arms like we used to, without caring.
I want to believe that in the end, I'll end up where I'm supposed to be...
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