I don't much care for plain white bits of paper. I want everything around me to be painfully beautiful. Most people find me to be too intense. I scare people. I am always afraid. I have too much inside of me; someday I shall explode violently in a mass of colors I usually keep hidden. Does it matter that I'm handsome? What if I were not? I wish I
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