No Happy Endings.| ✓

11.

Oh my, my, my
I die every night with you,
Oh my, my, my
Living for your every move.

~ Troye Sivan.

(Please listen to the song above while reading♥️.)
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My parents made me shift schools.
My mom, told me one day before I moved.

Keyword: I.

She told me I will be living with my aunt.
I'll be moving to Florida.

I'm happy yet sad, happy because I won't be abused, sad because I won't be able to see you.

I sometimes wish I could have a happy ending.

But, I know I will never have one.

Sometimes all of these things can become overwhelming.
That's why I resort to painting.

I love painting, I love the way my brush taints the paper with the colors I choose.

When the painting is finished,

only I know the deepest darkest secrets behind it.

I hope one day I can share those secrets with someone.

Someone who I can trust.

Maybe I can find that someone in Florida.

Hopefully.

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