You have changed; I say no. I didn't, but the world changed. I'm still the one who wants to grow up and leave her parents's house, but now I wish to never grow apart from them. Granny would tell me all the fairytale stories, but she never told me that the world was that monster that was under the bed. I was always told that karma has a way to find you, but it never backs me up.

I used to run around, but now I run away from the world. Now I run to pray that I don't have my name tainted by the paint, just to remember that I once used to draw all the imaginary things. I'm still trying to run as fast as I can.

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